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"Would you mind if this time, I did it on purpose? It'll have your vagina glowing for the cameras."

Marcy nodded and Professor Marston's fingers started. It didn't take Marcy or me long to realize that this wasn't something new to the Professor. Within a few minutes, the young woman had her first orgasm. It was followed by another and then another. "If you think my fingers make you feel good, you should ask me to use my tongue."

"Yes, oh yes. Professor, I've never felt like this. I want to feel like that again."

I'd seen Professor Marston seduce Paulie, now I was watching her seduce this young woman. She was masterful. Within minutes, she was between Marcy's legs and her face was buried in her vagina.

When she was doing Paulie, I never got the sense that she liked women. Now, as she was doing Marcy, you'd never know she liked men.

For a woman her age, Professor Marston's tongue was constantly busy massaging Marcy's pussy, particularly her clitoris. Marcy had orgasm after orgasm. "You have the tastiest vagina. If I'd known we'd end up like this, I'd have been more ready."

"How could you have been anymore ready? This is the greatest feeling ever."

"I'm not sure but if I have time to think about it, I'd think of something. Will you give me until tomorrow to think about it?"

"If you're going to do more to me than you did today, you can have all the time you need, but please don't take too long. I love how you make me feel. By the way, Professor Marston, I'm not gay."

"Oh Marcy, you misunderstand, I'm not either. What just happened, just happened but I'd like it to happen again."

I made sure I was working the next day. Frankly, I'd have shown up even if I wasn't scheduled.

I was a little behind in my work and it was 3:20 before I wheeled my maid's cart past Professor Marston studio, room 17 and momentarily stopped. I could hear Marcy moaning and sighing. I knew what was happening but was anxious to see for myself.

Once inside the maids' station, I positioned myself where I could see. It was no surprise to see that beautiful black woman on her back, naked, and Professor Marston's face between her legs. The noises Marcy was making were other worldly. "You have the most delicious vagina. I could taste it all night if you'd let me," the old woman mumbled.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, keep doing me. Keep doing my pussy." Professor Marston may have used the formal names for body parts, Marcy didn't. "Your tongue, oh my, oh your tongue. Oh, my pussy, my pussy, my pussy."

Professor Marston stopped for a moment just as Marcy was nearing another orgasm. "I'd like to keep doing your vagina, but . . ."

"Please, please don't stopped." She tried to push the older woman's face back into her vagina. "But I need some incentive to keep going."

"Anything, I'll do anything for your tongue."

I knew what was coming, even if young Marcy didn't.

Professor Marston's tongue tickled the young woman's clitoris again. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. My pussy, my pussy, my pussy's never felt like this."

"Marcy, when you said you'd do anything for more of my tongue, did you mean anything?"

She was still high from that last orgasm. "You can have anything just keep eating me."

"Like this?" The Professor's tongue softly played with her engorged clitoris.

"Oh yes, just like that. You have no idea how that makes me feel."

"I'd like to find out. Would you like to make me feel like you feel?" Her tongue found Marcy's clitoris again.

"If you'll do my pussy again, yes, anything, bu-but I don't know how," she stammered.

The trap was sprung. The seduction was just about complete. Within minutes, they had changed places and Professor Marston was instructing the young black woman on how she liked her vagina massaged.

I had a room to clean.

A half hour later when I returned, Marcy's face was still in that old grey bush and Professor Marston was humping her face. She was loud. Apparently, Marcy was a quick learner. I watched and watched.

"Oh, oooooh, I'm, I'm . . . orgasming again. Please don't stop; keep doing me. You make my vagina feel like it's never felt before. Tell me your tongue wants my pussy."

Like I said, Marcy was a quick learner. Her tongue teased that old clitoris. "Tell me, you want to eat my pussy." Her tongue found Professor Marston's clitoris again.

"Yes, yes, let me do your vagina."

"You know what I want to hear."

Professor Marston used words she probably never used before. "Please let me eat your pussy."

That wasn't enough for Marcy. Her tongue got busy again. "Did you say you wanted to eat my delicious black pussy?"

"Yes, yes, please let me eat your delicious black pussy."

Young Marcy scooted to the edge of the bed and Professor Marston was on the floor, on her knees. When her tongue wasn't busy, she was telling her, "you have the most delicious, most beautiful pussy ever. Thank you for letting me eat it."

The way I heard it, the tables were turned on Professor Marston. Marcy would call her, "I need you to meet me at your studio this afternoon. Do you know what I need?"

"You need me to eat your delicious, beautiful pussy."

"And, Professor Marston, what do you need?"

"I need to eat your delicious, beautiful pussy."

You would have thought that the Professor would have learned her lesson.

TO BE CONTINUED

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