Fangs and Fervor

Lenore Bubich is a mature gloomy plump woman with long shaggy Black hair of 6 breast size with very long vampire-like fangs and a spider tattoo all over her huge ass. She taught literature, and one day her student, Glob, came to her for a rehearsal, who was a very tall, slender Russian with an Afro hairstyle and a long mustache. They had sex and cunnilingus.

**The Rehearsal** The classroom smelled of old paper and ink, the dim light casting long shadows across Lenore Bubich’s desk. Her fangs glinted as she smirked, watching Glob shift uncomfortably in his chair. “You’re late,” she purred, her voice thick with disdain. Glob adjusted his afro, his mustache twitching. “Traffic,” he muttered. Lenore leaned back, her massive tits straining against her blouse. The spider tattoo on her ass peeked from beneath her skirt as she crossed her legs. “Then let’s make up for lost time.” He swallowed hard as she stood, her curves swaying. Before he could react, her hand was on his crotch, squeezing through his pants. “You’ve been staring all semester,” she hissed. “Now show me what you’ve learned.” Glob didn’t hesitate. He yanked her skirt up, revealing the intricate spider inked across her plump cheeks. His tongue dove between her thighs before she could command it, lapping at her slick folds as she gripped his hair. “Harder,” she growled, grinding against his face. He obeyed, his mustache tickling her clit as she moaned, her fangs sinking into her own lip. The lesson had only just begun.

Glob admits that he has always loved Lenore Bubich as a woman and she asks him to prove it. She runs and it turns out that she always has a condom in her backpack, just in case.

Lenore’s laughter was low and throaty as she pulled away from Glob’s mouth, her thighs glistening with his spit. “You love me?” she sneered, though her dark eyes burned with something hotter than mockery. “Prove it.” Before he could answer, she turned and bolted toward her desk, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, the spider tattoo flexing with each stride. Glob lunged after her, his cock straining against his pants. Lenore snatched her backpack, rummaging with one hand while the other shoved her panties down her thick thighs. “Always prepared,” she panted, flicking a condom at his chest. “Now fuck me like you mean it.” Glob caught it, tearing the packet open with his teeth as he crowded her against the desk. He shoved her blouse up, her heavy tits spilling free, and gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Lenore arched, her fangs bared in a grin. “Show me,” she demanded, grinding back against his cock. He didn’t make her ask twice.

He entered her and began licking her nipples like a newborn. Lenore Bubich quacked like a duck, which only aroused Glob, Who fucked her

Glob drove into her with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt as Lenore gasped, her nails clawing at the desk. He didn’t give her time to adjust—just bent forward, capturing one stiff nipple between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue flicking in rough, wet circles. Lenore’s breath hitched, then erupted into a sharp, startled quack—high-pitched and absurd—as pleasure jolted through her. The sound only made Glob groan, his hips snapping harder, driving her forward with each brutal stroke. “Fuck, yes—” she hissed, her voice breaking into another involuntary quack as he bit down on her nipple. Her thighs trembled, her cunt clenching around him as she laughed breathlessly. “You—ah!—filthy bastard—” Glob growled against her skin, his pace relentless. He didn’t care if she quacked or screamed—he’d fuck her through both. The desk creaked beneath them, papers scattering as he pinned her down, her ass bouncing against his thighs. Lenore arched, her fangs sinking into her own wrist to stifle another sound—but it escaped anyway, raw and animal. Glob grinned. He loved every second of it.

Lenore changed her pose to a doggy style. Abruptly, she also found a gag and a Whip For BDSM. Glob has awakened the animal instinct of reproduction. He began to slap her with a whip and insult her, and Lenore just mumbled.

Lenore shoved back against Glob, forcing him to withdraw just long enough for her to drop onto all fours, her ass raised high. The desk shuddered as she yanked open a drawer, pulling out a leather gag and a short, braided whip. She bit down on the gag, securing it with a sharp tug, then slapped the whip into Glob’s waiting palm. His breath came ragged as he took it, his cock twitching at the sight of her submission. The first lash cracked across her ass, leaving a red stripe. Lenore jerked forward with a muffled moan, her cunt dripping onto the floor. “Filthy bitch,” Glob snarled, striking her again. Her skin burned under the sting, her hips rocking back instinctively. “You love this, don’t you? Begging for it like a fucking animal.” Lenore’s response was a garbled whimper around the gag, her fingers clawing at the desk. He gripped her hip with his free hand, slamming back into her with a brutal thrust. The whip came down once more—harder this time—as he fucked her in sharp, punishing strokes. She quivered, her body torn between pain and pleasure, every insult from his lips only winding her tighter. The whip hissed through the air again. She didn’t need words to answer. Her dripping cunt said enough.

Glob tore the condom with his own hands. He began to enter deeper, but managed to take out and leave the sperm on the buttock. Lenore Bubich turned around and took the scrotum in her mouth, drooling. And she took it out just to make a speech about how she was wrong about the Glob, that he was the best student she ever had.

Glob ripped the condom off with a sharp jerk, tossing it aside. His cock, slick and flushed, pressed back into Lenore’s dripping cunt, driving deeper than before. She gasped around the gag, her body arching to take him—but he pulled out abruptly, his hand working his shaft until thick ropes of cum splattered across her ass. Lenore twisted, tearing the gag free with a wet gasp. Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to lap at his swollen scrotum before taking him into her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she worshiped him with sloppy, eager strokes. When she finally released him, saliva glistening on her chin, she looked up with dark, feverish eyes. “I was wrong,” she panted, her voice rough. “You’re not just some student.” Her fingers traced his thighs, nails digging in. “You’re the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.” Glob grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth back onto him with a growl. “Prove it.” She didn’t hesitate.