Robert Vickers: Sex slave coed

Manna screeched to a halt outside the professor's house and ran up the front walk. She hesitated when she heard familiar sounds coming from an open window behind some bushes to the left. Curious and turned on, she went to peer into the window.

The telltale squeaking of bedsprings told her that Dr. Nathaniel was fucking someone inside. Now and then a soft moan of stark passion drifted from the open window.

Rage filled Manna. She turned and stormed off, her nylon nightie flaring out from her trim body. She shivered in the cool night air but she couldn't tell if it was simply physical reaction to the coolness or anger at the philosophy professor. He was hers, damnit!

She pulled the thin nightgown around her lush, ripe young body and began walking back to her car. The dew-laden grass was damp and soothing under her bare feet. The rush of cars a block distant on the freeway was ignored. She became totally negligent and let the wind whip the nightie around her, exposing vast mounds of snowy white titflesh and the platinum triangle of her bush.

The nylon garment fluttered open, a pink halo surrounding her smooth-skinned body.

She impudently thrust but her tits and felt the night breeze caressing her. The wind whirled through her moist bush, cooling her off. The wind was almost a living thing. For a brief ecstasy-filled moment, she imagined herself being fucked by some hairy creature, its powerful cock driving all the way up to touch her cunt, to relieve that most basic of her physical needs.

Then she sighed. It wasn't going to happen. Even exposing her body the way she was, no one was likely to stop his car, jump out and come help a poor teenage girl out of her dilemma. And Roger barely knew she existed. She'd sucked him off as good as anybody could have and he still didn't even get her name right.

She wanted to fuck and there wasn't anyone handy.

Only the vague moans from the philosophy professor's bedroom window could be heard. More from curiosity than perversity, Manna walked back to the window. Peering inside, however, gave her a real thrill.

Dr. Nathaniel was poised on his knees between a young coed's widespread legs. The student was wantonly exposing her cunt to the man's long prick.

And what a prick!

Manna gasped when she saw it. Long, easily nine inches now, it bounced and jerked an ugly red in the dim light. It swelled visibly. She wondered how she had ever managed to get that plum-tipped monster into her mouth.

To have that pussy-pleaser fucking her! The blonde teenager shivered again, this time from dreamy anticipation. If Roger would fuck one of his students, why wouldn't he fuck her?

"Tell me what you want," she heard the man demand. She shuddered at the force of that command.

"Your cock, master. I want that huge cock of yours fucking me."

Manna saw the other girl lick dried lips. She had a feverish expression, half-fearful and half-excited. The girl sprawled and spread wide on the bed breathed with sharp, rasping gasps. Manna didn't blame her. Her own tits rose faster and faster as she eyed Dr. Nathaniel's prick with lust.

"Where do you want it, you stupid cunt?" The man held his cock like a stick and waved it at her.

"Up my cunt, master. I love you, master! And I love that prick of yours. You're too good for me, master. But fuck me anyway!"

Manna shivered with desire every time the other girl called Dr. Nathaniel "master". The title fit him. And how she'd love to be calling him that! He was so forceful, so commanding, and so virile!

"You're only a slimy cunt," he sneered at the exposed girl. "And I don't know if I should give you the gift of my prick or not."

"I need it, master, please! Anything, I'll do anything!" The young girl was frantic with need. Manna understood that perfectly.

"Very well, slave. Here it is."

Manna jumped as much as the other girl when that mighty cock was shoved balls deep into her yearning cunt. The young college student felt her own cunt beginning to drool obscenely again.

To have that powerful cock fucking her! She would have given just about anything she had for that. But she wasn't likely to have her wish.

The blonde teenager would have to be content with just watching the man she loved fuck another student.

Not even knowing what she was doing, Manna edged closer to the house. She leaned against the rough wood with the flaking paint, her hand drifting lower toward her naked pussy. A hand rubbed across her juicy cunt lips. When she succeeded, in stuffing a finger into her pussy, only then was she aware of what she was doing.

She couldn't masturbate while she watched Dr. Nathaniel fucking another woman. That was sick.

The young college student couldn't help herself. Denied sexual release with Dr. Nathaniel, she had to get her rocks off somehow. And the way the philosophy professor was hung turned her on too much. She loved watching him move, fuck, pose, posture, and dominate.

He was like a Greek God.

"Feels big inside your cunt, doesn't it? Even though your pussy is the size of a sewer pipe, I'm still big inside you. What's it feel like when I really fuck that cunt of yours, bitch?"

His hips began sliding back and forth like a piston in a slot. The spying girl sucked in her breath and tried to match the motion of her own finger fucking her cunt with that of the man fucking inside. It wasn't quite the same.

She heard the girl inside cry out, "Master, I can't stand it! That cock of yours is too big. You're tearing me up inside!"

"I'll fuck you if I please and I'll stop when I want. You should know that, you shitheaded bitch."

Resting on his hands, he looked down into the woman's face and began driving his long, hard prick in and out of her softly yielding cunt even faster.

The young college student imagined what the friction of his cock against soft, juicy pussy walls would be like. The warmth would spread like wildfire. Hidden nerves would scream in joy. His cock would touch here, there, all the right spots in her excited cunt.

He was a master cocksman. A real stud. The real master.

The coed inside was going wild with sexual frenzy. Her hips bucked and hunched up to meet every inward stroke of his prick. She was trying to jam her pussy down around his cock to get him an extra fraction of an inch deeper into her seething cunt.

The peeping blonde coed knew what the woman felt. That deep-seated itch had to be scratched. And the only way of doing it was with a good fucking. She'd have to have that prick sinking seep, stirring around inside, then slowly pulling out. Nothing less than the best fucking ever would sate her carnal desires.

She heard the lewd noises of the two fucking inside. The harsh, moist sounds of his cock surging into her cunt were drowned out by the other girl's gasps and soft moans. For a long while, the philosophy professor would stay buried balls deep up her cunt. His hips would rotate, stirring his cock against her pussy walls.

Then he would retreat. His cock made such a tight seal against her cunt walls that a vacuum was formed. The sound when his cock slipped almost free of her clinging pussy was obscene. And the spying coed loved it!

How Manna wished that it was her being the recipient of that tremendous fucking.

"Tell me what you like about my cock, you common slut," the man urged.

"Your cock," the fucked coed moaned dreamily. "Ummmm, so big inside me. It's stirring me up. God, it's huge! Fuck me, fuck meeeee!"

"Stupid bitch. All you think of is getting laid. Okay, then I'll burn this fucking into your brain."

He started fucking her with short, rapid strokes designed to set her cunt on fire. It worked. The woman's hips went wild. Her gasps turned into shrieks as she came.

"Never felt that hot before. God, master, you're a stud, a real stud. Do it again."