Chapter 9

Through the remainder of the college year, Esther was always eager to visit Bette for another lesbian romp. She would have been happy to spend every night there, but that was out of the question. Sex, to Bette, was a once in a while thing. Getting top marks rated and received top priority.

Before the winter break, Bette was so far ahead of the class in every subject that the only competition was for second place.

For sexual change of pace, Bette decided to find a male who would be ready to meet her needs in that area. Ignoring the students, she looked over the faculty with a critical eye.

She was looking for a man who had some of the qualities that made Derek such a wonderful lover. As she narrowed down the field of possibilities, her eye turned more and more to a sixty-one year old professor who seemed more alive and vital than most of the younger men.

Bette found opportunities to chat with the man, and she found him more and more fascinating. Checking his reaction, she bent to permit him a generous view of cleavage and lush, firm breasts. She liked what she saw in his eyes.

In the course of the same conversation, the hem of her short skirt rode above the tops of her nylons and his eyes followed. His expression was youthfully eager as he accepted an invitation for dinner at her apartment.

"What would you like for dinner?" she asked, smiling.

"You know the answer to that, Bette," he told her and licked his lips as his eyes moved over her.

"I hope you won't find your food too hot," she replied and saw a promising bulge in his pants as he assured her he wouldn't.

The professor, Edward, arrived precisely on time. His expression added to Bette's feeling of arousal and the man looked younger than the last time she had seen him.

Bette had rejected the idea of greeting him in a sexy negligee as being too corny, so she wore a short, low cut, simple black dress, though when she put it on it ceased to be simple as it hugged the generous curves of her body.

Nicely chilled martinis were produced and soon they were chatting as easily as if they had known each other for years.

Deliberately, Bette sat opposite him and allowed him to see how excitingly her white thighs contrasted with the dark nylon tops and how the black garter belt suspender was held taut against her satiny looking thighs. As she approached the end of her drink, Bette uncrossed her legs to show him how her black panties snugged in her crotch, then she got up and walked to him.

He stood at once, seemingly proud of the bulge in the front of his pants, then she was in his arms and they met in a wet, passionate kiss. All through the kiss, she was excitedly conscious of the hard, throbbing bulge, especially when his hands rubbed down her back until they were fondling her buttocks through dress and tiny panties.

After the kiss, she took his hand and they walked to her bedroom, both highly aroused, yet controlled. In the bedroom, they shared another very wet kiss, their tongues playing games as he again fondled her plump buttocks, then as the kiss ended, he opened the top of her dress and she raised her arms to allow him to pull it over her head.

"My God, Bette, how truly lovely you are," Edward said in awe as he dropped her dress onto a chair and stared at what her body did to the little black bra and panties.

"I have a feeling you'll know how to handle me, dear," she told him with quiet confidence. "For a little while, I'm all yours."

"And I thought I was too old to believe in Santa Claus," the professor said as he began undressing.

When he stopped, he was naked and his penis was not only magnificently erect, but it was even bigger than Derek's. The equipment which hung below the base looked big and solidly filled.

"You're beautiful, Edward. I knew you would be, but that magnificent cock is even better than I'd have guessed."

"It's all yours, Bette. Why me? There are so many younger, stronger men around campus?"

"Is that a complaint?" she teased.

"You know it isn't."

"I haven't gone to bed with a man since I came here. I wanted the first one to be right. I think you are."

"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...."

She timed it perfectly so that as the strangled cry broke from his throat, she pressed down hard on him, her magnificent bottom grinding on him as she felt the stiff tool expanding inside her and then he was shooting it to her, panting and gasping for air as he clutched at the luscious buttocks and decided that he had found the perfect way to die, that dying that way would eliminate the need for heaven in that he had already achieved so much more than that.

But he didn't die and when he opened his eyes, Bette was still sitting on the wreckage of his erection, smiling down on him in a way that would have turned the sun black with envy.

"Ooh, lover, that was some special kind of a fuck," she told him and he saw perspiration trickling into the cleavage of her breasts.

"When I'm able to talk again," he told her, his voice weak, "I'll say the same thing. Where are you from, anyway?"

"What the hell does geography matter?" Bette asked and laughed.

"I mean you're definitely not from anywhere on earth, you're so much more than human, mortal. You must be from another planet."

"Would you believe that I'm from heaven and that I'm the virgin what's her name?"

"That's the last thing I'd ever believe," Edward told her and they laughed together, laughed so hard that his spent tool slipped out of the warm, wet nest.

While Bette went to the bathroom, Edward found the martini pitcher and glasses, then they sipped drinks on the bed and talked. They found many things to talk about, but mostly, the topic of conversation was how well they suited each other, how they enjoyed what they had shared and what they were going to do.

Deciding that their bodies required fuel in order to keep functioning, they went to the kitchen, naked and talked some more as Bette prepared a couple of steaks, sauteed mushrooms, then they sat at the dining room table and feasted. While the food looked and tasted beautiful, Edward couldn't take his eyes away from her firmly jutting breasts for long.

They washed steak and mushrooms down with a bottle of fine Beaujolais Edward had brought and then, as he felt his penis stirring, he decided it was time for dessert.

"But I haven't anything for dessert," Bette told him, surprised.

"The hell you haven't," he said with a grin and as he got under the table, Bette, understanding, moved her bottom to the front of the chair and leaned back, her legs spread wide apart.

Edward kissed and licked her inner thighs while his hostess sighed warmly, then his mouth was on her vulva and he was eating a juicy dessert which, he assured her after she had stopped jerking in orgasm, was truly fit for a God.

They returned to the bedroom for more dessert and lots of erotic fun and games. Later, they decided to be old fashioned and make love in what Edward called married style.

"What the hell is married style?" Bette asked as his right hand moved delightfully in her crotch, spreading the moisture which welled from her vagina.

"I'll show you," he told her with a serious expression, then he turned his back to her and began snoring loudly.

"You sneaky bastard," she protested and gave him a hard smack on the behind.

Laughing, he rolled over, all the way and then he was lying atop her, crushing her delightfully with his warm, wet body.

Before he could reach for his penis to get it into her wet, waiting haven, her hand found it and guided it to its nesting place. He fed it to her, slowly, lovingly and for a long time their bodies rocked in erotic rhythm, their sweat mingling, bodies squeaking until, a little after Bette had climaxed yet again, he was jerking between her enfolding thighs as her greedily sucking vagina sucked him dry and left him feeling strong enough to wrestle a five day old kitten to a draw.