"Yes, it IS you. It is."
Now things started to come back to me, especially something I had seen the last time I was in her office. That drawer in the file cabinet full of rubber and leather things from which she'd drawn the two-headed dildo that we fucked each other with. That drawer was full of sexual appliances and paraphernalia, her equipment as the rapist. I'd been looking at the costume of the Mad Rapist that day in her office.
"But why?" I pleaded. "Why only in the 69th precinct?"
The smile remained fixed on her face, but no words came forth.
"Did it have something to do with me?"
For the first time there was some animation beyond the smile on her face as she nodded, but there were still no words.
Suddenly it occurred to me that there were going to be no easy answers forthcoming from her. This was some kind of desperate game where she would tease me until the last, forcing me to torturously come up with the answers on my own. My mind reeled as I frantically searched for a solution to the puzzle.
"You wanted me, didn't you? You wanted to prove that only a woman could catch you, that you were too much for any man."
She nodded her head again.
"But don't you see," I cried, "by doing this you've incriminated both of us. We each know too much about the other. There's no way I can turn you in – which makes me as much a criminal as you – but I can't let you continue to run wild. What will we do?"
She showed me.
She reached toward me and embraced me, sending her hot lance of a tongue into my open mouth, which was still agape from astonishment, filling it with fleshy, gurgling desire as her tongue rammed down my throat. I felt helpless to do anything other than return her passion as she pulled me toward her so that I fell on top of her, our exposed cunts meeting in a kiss as wet as the one of our mouths, our drooling pussy lips smacking together in sticky union, our clits acting like miniature tongues as they rubbed against each other.
With our bodies free of the dildo, we slid compactly into an erotic embrace, our bodies seeming to be made for each other. My heaving tits rubbed across her spike-like nipples and our legs wrapped around each other like inseparable vines, our cunts welded together so that the juices mixed and our pussy lips and clits seemed to fuse. I realized for the first time what an obstacle a cock was when it came to fucking. Nothing could beat the sheer delight and naturalness of one cunt rubbing against another, the two gashes sucking hungrily at each other, never satisfied until they had sucked the other one inside.
Pressing my body even tighter against hers, I undulated my hips slowly and rhythmically, fucking her with my clit, positioning my throbbing pelvis so that the erect knob actually penetrated Professor Higgins' hairless pussy to the extent that I could feel her cunt wall closing in to accommodate it.
It was just before I started to come that I realized, bizarre as it seemed, things had turned out for the best after all. "Of course," I blurted, feeling her hard sensuous body writhing beneath me as I fucked her in the fantastic fashion that only a woman can fuck another woman, "this means we'll always have to be together so we can keep each other's secret. Jesus, is that why you did it?"
I could see her head nodding yes, her eyes gleaming with ecstasy as I pumped and pumped again between her parted thighs with my thrusting cunt and penetrating clit.
"But why?" I cried. "You know how I've always felt about you. All you had to do was ask."
And then she spoke for the first time. "It was more fun this way. Now, remember who's the pupil and who's the professor and shut up and fuck me and forget there was ever such a creature as a man."
Like an honor student, I did what the teacher told me.