Plan B is all Phoebe's.....

You lift up a bit to rub at your sore tushie. You're still just sitting back in front of the fully-clothed woman who just mauled your breasts gently, a bit too focused on making sure your behind's alright to take the next move into your own hands. Which leads Professor Phoebe to using her hands instead.

She digs around in her pants pockets as she slowly walks closer and lower to better reach your position. From her pants, she produces a little black rubber thing, that's already all shiny and wet. You don't have time to ask what the heck it is before she's set it on the ground and blocking your mouth with one hand, her other undoing your pants buckle. In record time, moving like an expert, she's already exposed your panties and **** them to the side. Then, keeping her hand pressed tightly against your mouth, she picks the rubber thing back up off the ground.

"Mmmf? Mmhamahmm hmm mm." You ask, tilting your head. Before she can answer, your eyes shoot wide open as your body is wracked by a sudden jolt of pleasure and the rubber thing is **** deep up inside of you. "MMMMMMF!!!"

Grinning at you, she slides your panties back in place over your surprised and now-filled spot and does up your pants again. I-is she just gonna leave that in there?!

You're ready to object right away as she takes her hand from your mouth and places it atop your straight-legged thigh. Actually, she's got a hand of each of them now. Anyway, it's time to give her a peace of your mind!

GUKK!!

As soon as your mouth opens, it clamps shut again and your eyes go even wider than you knew they could. You can't give her a peace of your mind anymore, because it's left you for now -- with both hands on your thighs, and a knee in between, Professor Phoebe pulled you in at the same time as she pushed herself forward to shove her knee up against your crotch. It's more of a push than a strike, so it doesn't hurt at all, but.... but it pushes right on that plug that's hidden in your pants!

"Hangh, hangh..." You pant, already pushed almost to mind-dissolving exhaustion from just that one deep and probing push.

You need to get it out of you before she does that again, but you can't get to it! There's clothes in the way! Oh no, she's winding up for another--

"HHAAAANNNNGGGHHHH!!!!" You cry out with as much energy your overworked body will lend you, shaking and cumming all over the inside of your clothes as her knee forces it up deep inside you again.

D-drat!! Several more pushing knees rain down on your poor spot, setting off two additional overpowering orgasms that have your arms limp and weak by your torso's sides. Actually, your whole body's limp and weak. The only part of you that's working, including your malfunctioning brain, is your voicebox which sends exceedingly cute squeaks and indecipherable noises of pleasure through your drooling lips.

Professor Phoebe, smiling all the while as she jams her knee up against you over and over, reaches forward to loving stroke at your hair to get it away from sticking to your sweat-beaded forehead.

"Shhhh...." She hushes you, using one hand to brush your hair into a more neat position and the other to use your thigh as a holding point. {if Shower == True}"So silky....." She says, almost in awe, as you shake and quiver beneath the strength of her powerful knee.{else}"Your hair's all knotted...." Professor Phoebe says in almost a pout. You can barely take it in right now, as you try to hold off from another embarrassing orgasm underneath her.{endif} She's so unfair....

She removes her knee, slowly running it along your thigh and away from the main target as she straightens up into a proper kneeling position above your lain-back form. If your body was responding to anything right now, you'd probably be pretty relieved.

"You're so selfish, Debbie. You just want to cum, and cum, and cum some more.... what about me?" Professor Phoebe says as she unbuckles her own pants and displays her crotch to your free-rolling and bleary eyes. "How about you come make me feel good?"

........angh.

Your body is slow, and weak, but you manage to sit yourself up into a kneeling position long enough to flop forward onto your front half. You're moving entirely on autopilot right now..... s-she's not far away, so you use what's left of your strength to barely crawl up to her waiting pussy. She got it out for you, you need to.... need..... n-needa......

Your arms give out just as your head reaches her, face fallen flat against the soft carpet you're prone on. Noooo...... you need to do this..... you don't even remember the agreement you made with those girls anymore, you're being driven entirely by your burning desire to please her in lieu of your mind being present. B-but you fell short at the last hurdle..... this is no fair......

Your spirits are lifted as you feel a hand either side of your head. Professor Phoebe lifts you slightly, inching forward herself, before dropping your head again so that you gently land with your face held against her crotch by gravity alone. Yesss..... you're so thankful...... mustering up all the strength you've got in you into the only muscle that matters anymore, you weakly and slowly lick up and down against her spot with your tongue, arms limp down by your sides and legs out dragged behind you on the carpet. Like a kitten cleaning itself, you just give a gentle lapping against her with all that you've got, not even able to lift your head at all.

It's there, feeling sleepy and lying facedown on the soft carpet with your mouth against her spot, that you at last pass out. With the pleasurable sigh of a woman who's quite used to and content with not getting her own, Professor Phoebe sits there with your face against her place for a little while longer, playing with and dangling your passed-out limbs.

"Poor little thing...." She tuts lovingly, as the puddle of juices in your pants spreads into the fabric even more in your dreams.