Ian Inside Melissa: A Teacher/Student Stranger Sex

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gripping and holding him close to her.  She flicked her long blonde hair back away from her shoulders, exposing herself completely to him.
    As Melissa’s eyes fluttered shut, Ian’s fingers brushed against her centre through the flimsy lace of her panties.  She hissed between her teeth, her legs spreading wider of their own accord.  His fingers explored the shape of her through the thin fabric, tickling her lips and pressing down just over her clit.  Melissa moaned low in her throat, teeth sinking into her lower lip.  She had screwed her old boyfriend in the back of his car but no man had ever made her cum.  For that matter, no man had made her feel so electric.  Her skin was prickling, her heart pounding and every muscle in her body felt taut and ready to explode.
    Ian’s lips wrapped around one distended nipple and suckled it into his mouth, teeth teasing over the hard little bud as his fingers pressed and circled over the nub of Melissa’s clit.  The combined sensation was almost too much.  Her back arched to its fullest extent, fingers clinging to the nape of Ian’s neck, Melissa cried out in pleasure as she felt herself tumble over the edge.  Her hips jerked into Ian’s touch hungry for more friction, more sensation as she rode the wave of her orgasm. 
    His head lifted from her chest, his cheeks flushed and glasses reflecting the street lights outside.  “Sensitive, aren’t you?”
    “No one’s ever…” Melissa breathed, gasping for air.
    “Oh God, you’re not a virgin, are you?” Ian asked and she could feel him already withdrawing from her.
    “Oh no,” Melissa rushed to explain.  “No, I’m not a virgin.  But no one else has ever made me come before.”
    It took a moment to sink in, but then Melissa saw that gorgeous lop-sided grin lift the corner of Ian’s mouth.  “Sounds like we need to make up for lost time.”
    Ian dropped to his knees between Melissa’s legs, her body still shuddering through the aftermath of her orgasm.  His broad hands pressed her thighs apart until they were spread wide.  Melissa lay back and lifted her feet, shoes slipping off onto the floor, and flattened her feet on the desk.  She felt his hands on her thighs and then his mouth on her pussy.  He kissed and licked so gently, but firmly enough that she could feel flutters of patterned sensation through the lace.  “You taste so good,” he murmured from between her legs and Melissa found her fingers twining in his hair once more.
    Then his fingers were hooking in the waist of her panties, pulling them down.  Melissa lifted her hips and moved to let him skim them down her legs before resuming her position.  “Do you touch yourself?” Ian asked moments before his tongue began probing the folds of her pussy.
    “Yesss,” Melissa barely managed to hiss.  Hot and soft and ticklish were Melissa’s first impressions, as she arched her back on the professor’s desk.  His tongue probed her, exploring her lips and labia; it wriggled into her pussy hole, lapping at her copious juices.  Then his tongue slid upwards and slowly circled Melissa’s clit, making her jump and yelp in pleasure. 
    Eyes rolling back in her head, Melissa could only moan and wonder at how well Ian played the tiny little bundle of nerves.  He circled slowly at first then flicked the very tip of her clit with his tongue.  When he worked his tongue in firm sweeping strokes to either side of the little nub, Melissa started to feel her body tighten again, her nerves singing.  The moment Ian sucked her clit between his lips was the moment her cunt spasmed into another crashing climax.  Her nails scraped on the worn surface of the desk as Melissa struggled to hold on, grasping for any purchase available.
    But Ian didn’t let up his attentions.  He suckled on her little clit, tongue flicking it harder and faster as his lips stroked it, chin rubbing the sensitive flesh above her cunt hole.  His stubble scratched, almost making the

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