I could feel her fingertips moving again at the base of my flat belly. The longest finger was maybe just half a centimeter now from the little bud I knew would be sticky and swollen with the intensity of my desire.
And then I felt it! The sweetest and most electrifying contact that I could ever remember, as her fingertip sent a huge pulse of pleasure rippling through my trembling body.
"Oh no!" I mumbled. "It's too much, ma'am. I can't hardly stand – ooooh baby! – I can't hardly stand the pleasure."
"Just relax," my professor said calmly, her voice lower and more velvety than ever. "Let me take control."
She started to move her fingertip in small circles around my slick little pearl there, and I remember making these fast, regular exhalations, almost as if I was doing some bizarre breathing exercise, like a Huh, huh, huh, huh! I was also getting that warm, inflamed feeling I'd had earlier, only this time it was even more intense. She speeded up her finger and pressed harder, before moving it directly up and down my clit, like up.... and down... and up... and down.... Ooooh baby, baby, BABY!
The combination of huge numbers of nerve-endings, my almost boundless desire for this glamorous woman, and the mysterious but potent Indonesian love-butter was sending wave after wave of almost impossibly pleasurable sensations surging through my entire body. I gripped those chair-legs again, as a huge orgasm thundered through me.
Huh, huh, huh, HUH, HUHHH! OooooaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH. Oh YEEEEESSSSSSS!
"I guess you like that little touch, huh?" my professor asked gently, with just a touch of irony in her voice.
"Don't stop!" I remember whispering. My body was literally jackknifing now, and shaking uncontrollably. I didn't want it to end. Then somehow, in the midst of this perfect storm, I round the energy to say something else. It was a little crude and I hope the reader will forgive me, taking into account that these things are very much spoken in the heat of the moment.
I said, "Fuck me both ways!"
I know, I know! It sounds bad when you put it on the page. But at the time I think it sounded pretty normal and natural.
And I wasn't disappointed either.
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In Love With Shakespeare
General FictionThe setting is at the house of the professor for a tutorial regarding the play "Julius Caesar". As the story progresses, our young girl finds her self becomes more and more enchanted by the professor and it leads to an encounter of epic proportion i...
