"I think so too. You must be hungry after all these months."
"I have a girl friend on call. She keeps me content."
"I know who she is," the professor told her. "I've seen the way she eats you with her eyes."
"You should see the way she eats me with her mouth."
"I'd love to."
"We may arrange that, darling. She's still a virgin and wants to change her status."
"Christ, what a thought. Right now though, you're the only woman in the world."
"I'm overdressed, Edward. Do something about it."
Reaching around her, he easily unhooked her bra, then drew it off her arms, gasping aloud at the sight of her lush, pink tipped breasts.
"Sweet Jesus. I've never seen such lovely breasts," the professor told her as he dropped the bra and reached for them.
His touch was light and loving, strong yet gentle and if she had closed her eyes she could have believed it was Derek, touching her as he had that first time.
And then he was crouched before her and her panties were going down. He didn't just pull them down, he unveiled her as he would a precious work of art and, after she stepped out of the little triangle of nylon, his open mouth was nuzzling her nicely rounded mons veneris while she rubbed his head and her contented purring filled the room with erotic music.
Edward further amazed her by picking her up as easily as if she were a child. His hands did lovely things as he held her, then he gently deposited her on the bed and then they met in a passionate embrace and there were no clothes between her and the big, stiff, throbbing tool she so hungered for.
Through a long, panting session of foreplay, the professor played her like a precious instrument and she produced music to match his efforts. When he sucked her breasts, he ate greedily, yet so gently that she couldn't believe it.
And then he was sucking in the steamy heat of her crotch. Her sighs turned to loud cries as he devoured her with gentle mouth and asp-like tongue until she shrieked in fierce orgasm.
"Oooh, lover man," Bette said when she had recovered enough breath to permit speech. "You really know how to make a woman come."
"Glad you liked it, angel," he told her as he gently rubbed her tummy. "You're sweet eating. I loved the way you strangled me with your thighs when you came."
"Did you love it enough that you'd like seconds?"
"And thirds and tenths and hundreds more. Are you in the mood to feed me again?"
"I am, but will that beautiful hard-on keep?"
"As long as I want it to."
"Are you sure you're sixty-one, darling?"
"Yes, but my pecker works better than it did at twenty-one. Don't ask me why, that's just the way it is."
"Who am I to question perfection? Ready for some more muff diving?"
"Better yet, I'd like a facial."
"A facial? I'm just a student and you're the professor. Tell me."
"Well, my angel, in a facial, I lie on my back and you sit on my face. While I suck and lick your precious pussy, I can play with your bum and finger your little pink back door. It should turn you on and when you come, you smear my face with cunt juice as you rub all over me and give me a cunt facial. How does that sound?"
"Like heaven and Christmas and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. Lie back, lover, I'll give you home delivery of hot pussy pizza."
Edward chuckled as he lay back on the bed, then when he watched Bette crouching above his face he stopped laughing and began panting. She paused with her lush bottom and wet crotch just above his face, then she sighed as she brought the package down slowly until her warm, wet vulva was parked on his mouth, kissing him as he kissed back.
His hand reached around to capture a pair of plump, silken buttocks, then he was fondling and squeezing them as he sucked voraciously. As he had promised, he found a tiny little aperture between the firm rounds and Bette emitted a little yelp as the finger pushed up the narrow hole, then he was slowly, gently fingering her anus as he ate in her crotch with the same gourmet approach he had shown earlier.
He gave her a lovely lapping, his fingers dug into her buttocks as she tensed for the explosion, then she threw her head back and shrieked as she climaxed. As the spasms tore through her, Bette didn't have to remember the instructions, instinct took over and her crotch smeared his upturned face with warm, sticky nectar until she sighed warmly in the afterglow of orgasm and sat, resting on his sticky face.
"Oh angel, you're too good to be true," the professor told her as she moved and sat on his chest while he stared lovingly at what he had sucked and lapped. "You're so great you make it feel like the first time. At my age, that's quite an achievement."
"The way you eat cunt, lover, it's like the first time for me too."
"Hey, you're not going away, are you?" Edward asked as she moved down over his body, still straddling him.
"Not far away, darling. Do you think I'm crazy? Ooh, look what I found," she said, excitedly as she reached under her and closed a gentle hand around his stiff, throbbing rod.
"What do you suppose it is?" he asked with a happy grin.
"I think it's a very sexy throne and since I'm a queen, I'm going to sit on it. Do you mind?"
"If I do, I'll have my lawyer speak to you in the morning."
"That will be too late, lover," she told him as she rubbed the head of his tool on her vulva. "You're about to get fucked. I'm going to rape you, you innocent little boy."
"Oh no," he protested, "not that. Don't fuck me, Miss. I'm an innocent little virgin. I'm afraid."
"Are you?" she asked and positioned the velvet head into the opening. "How exciting. I love to frighten innocent little boys. Lie still. Don't you dare move. Mummy is going to fuck her little boy. If you dare to move, Mummy will turn you over and give you a strapping on your bare ass."
Edward opened his mouth to go on with the game, to make another protest, but just then Bette lowered her body and as she impaled herself on the throbbing jiont, the professor was speechless.
As she captured his tool inside the churning depths of her vagina, Bette panted loudly, then she was grinding down on her victim, her strong vaginal walls strangling the hard captive.
Toying with the ecstatic man, she let him watch as she rested there, playing with her lush breasts while his stiff penis throbbed inside her, then she began to ride him.
"Take it… take it… take it," she taunted, her lovely naked breasts bobbing as she rode. "Take your first fuck," she hissed. "I'm going to fuck you silly. My cunt will be sucking your semen until you think you're going to faint or die. Take it… take it… take your fuck… now… now… now."
And take it he did, groaning with lust as the beautiful young nude rode him with equestrienne grace, her wildly bobbing breasts adding to his delight while her vagina, feeling as tight as a closed hand in a wet velvet glove, rode up and down on his slippery pole.
The man couldn't begin to count the number of women with whom he'd had sex in bed, cars, boats, on kitchen tables, toilets, bent over cars in parking lots or wherever, but the one thing of which he was sure was that no woman had ever been such a total delight. She was more than a woman, she had become a goddess and, in the process, had promoted him to the status of God.
"Oh Christ, Bette," he groaned after a long time, "I want to hold back, but I can't."
"Can't you, lover?" she asked as she slowly drew her body up until only the swollen head of his tool was inside her vagina, she paused, then came down just as slowly. "Can't you make your brakes work?"
Again she slowly lifted, almost letting the stiff, long invader escape, then she slowly pressed down and stole the full length of it.
"Are you going to shoot all your rich cream up my hot cunt? Shame on you, you naughty boy. Shame on you… shame on you… shame on you…"