He proceeds, at first reluctantly

"I dunno, Miss Jones. It doesn't seem right." Paul told his gorgeous Phys. Ed. instructor, still staring at her spit-slick aerobicized assglobes.

A frustrated Robin Jones looked back at him over her shoulder, increasingly agitated by her student's ****.

"Listen, Paul. it wasn't right that I helped relieve that big boy between your legs, but I was compassionate and humane enough to put the teacher's handbook aside and offer my help. The least you could do for your poor teacher is help relieve some of the pent-up passion dealing with that monster cock has created!" Her voice was thick with lust as she spoke to him.

"Yes, ma'am. You're right, ma'am," Paul droned, watching as the split peach of his teacher's bared pussy winked at him as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, anxious for his touch and hopefully, his big cock.

He leaned between the inverted vee of his teacher's beautifully hewn legs, sticking his tongue out for a few tentative laps at the pulpy wet meat displayed before him.

Paul smiled as he found he liked the taste, and began to more eagerly lap at the slowly unfolding lips of his instructor's cunny.

Robin Jones smiled widely when she felt his tongue slowly gather momentum, picking up speed and pushing deeper. She slid her own hand between her legs and diddled her clit just before his lapping tongue.

Then, just as Paul was getting into the idea of eating his gorgeous gym teacher, she shouted back to him once again.

"Paul, stop! Please stop!"

Paul obediently did, unsure why.

"Fuck me, Paul. Let me be the first to feel feel that monster of yours!"