You need to make her cum -- attack her bottom half!

Right! You can't be strong if you're afraid of her, even if she is scary!

You push forward from your kneeling position to launch yourself at her, not wanting to waste even a second of your time. You land in a belly-down lying position, with your chin hovering over her thighs, and quickly bring your hands up to her knees to push her kneeling legs apart. She doesn't resist or try to stop you, since that's the rules, and so you scoot your body forward a bit more until your face is right in front of her crotch.

You've got to be quick about this is you want to get a good headstart! You've done well with that explosive beginning, but you can't let yourself slow it down now!

Leaning forward and closing your eyes, you begin to sensually lap your tongue over the pussy of her panties, making your tongue as wide as it can go as you drag your head up and down. All the while, you push into her with your neck to keep good pressure of you tongue on her spot. You're mainly hoping to get the cloth of her pants soaked enough to spread through to her lower lips, so that each time she moves or takes a step the squelching contributes to your cause. With that said, the actual rubbing sensation of your tongue will probably help you out too.

Sure enough, as you lap away at her lap, you can feel the occasional minute twitching of her pussy on your tongue through the fabric. Aha, it's working, a bit! She's not exactly grinding or rolling her hips onto your tongue, but you're probably dong well. Though, can you imagine if you were able to get her bucking and cumming explosively onto your tongue on your very first turn? Ha, what a dream come true that'd be! She'd never be able to make fun of you or challenge you ever again.

Up top she's probably having to bite her teeth together to hold back from gushing. Totally red in the face, radiating heat, you'd bet! Hah, you can't wait to see it and gloat when your time's up.

"Time." Professor Phoebe says. As soon as your first thirty second are done, Delilah clamps her legs tightly closed around your head.

"Mmf!" You muffle out a complaint, and try to break out, but you can't get yourself to budge.

"Time's up. It's my turn now." Delilah says, sounding a mixture of bored and gleeful. Which you didn't even know could happen together, let alone happen together and be scary. The steadiness of her voice also makes your confidence fair a bit, but ONLY a bit. M-maybe it's just the muffling of her thighs against your ears....

Delilah releases your head from her legs and you retreat backwards, a bit short of breath. As you huff and puff, you can't help but tremble in a bit of fear as she looks you over with a smirk and an evil glint in her eye. She doesn't look as close to the edge of bursting her juices as you were hoping. In fact, she looks pretty much fine. You might've got a bit too caught up in your imagination just now. Was she really so unphased by your tongue? And what's she going to do with her turn?