Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"Ohhh! Yesss!" he groaned as he took in the pert stubs of her nipples, the soft swell of her tummy, the furious, parted petals beneath her wispy blonde pubic hair. He jammed his hand between her legs, cupping her pussy in his palm, squeezing the plump mound while he greedily worked his fingertips over the sticky lips.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, shuddering, hunching into his lewd caress, making her cunt grind into his probing fingers.

"You're all wet, baby," he wheezed, massaging the slick pussy flesh, teasing the tip of his finger round and round her entrance. "You're so loose I could drive a truck up you. You're all ready for a good, hard fuck."

The reason she was so well lubricated, so loose, was because she'd already been fucked once, and only minutes before, but that was a little too fine a distinction for the highly aroused professor to make. More important than the previous fucking was the fact that she'd been made to climax. She'd already reached a pleasure plateau. As she soon discovered, it didn't take much more intimate contact to push her to the brink again.

She had to grab hold of his forearm with both hands and collapse as he shoved his finger into her pussy. Waves of ecstasy rolled up over her tummy, licking at her nipples. The professor worked his finger in and out of her cunt, rubbing it back and forth over her clitoris. Joselyn whimpered, then arched her back as a surge of pure delight rocketed up her spine.

"Ohhh!" she cried. "OHHH!"

"Go, baby, go!!" Bertrand panted, fingering her a mile a minute, making her pussy give up wet, nasty, sputtering sounds.

There was no question of wanting or not wanting it anymore. She began to hump his stiffened finger like a bitch in heat, responding automatically to the flicks of his finger, snapping her bottom as fast as she could. And as she stuffed, emptied, stuffed, emptied her cunt, her cries of pleasure became a long, unbroken wail.

The wail was cut off short as Bertrand jerked his hand out from between her legs. He turned the startled girl around so that she faced his cluttered desk, then he gave her a hard shove.

"Ooof!" she exclaimed as she landed, belly down, half on, half off the desk.

Bertrand was on her back in a flash, pulling her towards him, making her put her feet flat on the floor, making her drag her firm breasts over the debris-ridden blotter.

"Ohhh!" she moaned as he wedged his hard knees between her thighs, levering them wide apart. He was forcing her to mash her tits down into the desktop, to tip her bottom up high in the air.

"So nice," he said, thickly, rubbing his knuckles between her upturned buns, over the wrinkly ring of her anus, the open maw of her pussy.

Joselyn buried her face in the blotter as he began to diddle her cunt from behind, shoving two fingers up into it and screwing them in and out, buffeting her clitoris unmercifully. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure exploded between her legs, surging rhythmically, surging in time to the insistent thrusting of his doubled digits.

Bertrand leered down at her upturned bottom, at the wet, clasping lips of her vagina, pink, pliant, nursing frantically at his probing fingers. In no time, he had her pussy so widely stretched, so loose, so ready for a fuck, that he could whip his fingers in and out in a blur. As he proceeded to do just that, the savage pumping motion of his digits drew a great gush of slick, viscous juice from her cunt, juice that trickled down the insides of her thighs in crystal clear rivulets.

The young blonde let out another long wail, only this time it sounded much different. Though it was a single, extended cry, it was turned into a quavering, stuttering howl by the frenetic impacts of his hand, as it slapped against her open cunt, impacts that jarred her whole body, making the firm flesh of her breasts and buttocks jiggle and bounce. No longer able to just lay there and take it for the steam heat rising in her pussy, she began to roll her bottom, to shift it from side to side, so that the deeply skewering fingers rubbed over every inch of her cunt, caressing every wrinkle, every fold.

The professor ceased his wild fingering and held his hand still, letting her do all the work. To his glee, she rose to the task with uncommon zeal pushing herself up and back from the desktop, spitting herself on his stiffened fingers, gasping, grunting like a madwoman.

"All the same. All you chicks are the same," he told her hoarsely, and with what was obviously great satisfaction. He grinned down at the desperately squirming girl. "All the same. All of you are hot. Hot for me."

Joselyn was not so much hot for him as she was just plain hot, period… hot for anything. It was not so much a function of the professor's amatory skill or the deftness of his fingers as it was the result of her previous climax, her Velasquez induced climax. Her nerve ends had been still tingling from it when he began fondling her and now, after a few minutes of deep finger-fucking, they were jangling, crying out for another release. He could've been using a broomstick or a mop handle on her, for all it mattered…

Without warning, Bertrand pulled his hand back, drawing his sticky fingers from her pussy. Joselyn groaned and thrust her bottom back, trying to spit herself one more time, but the professor had other plans for her cunt. He put his thumbs to the insides of her smooth buttocks and pushed outwards, levering the supple domes wide apart, leering down into her flattened asscrack, down at the tiny, winking pink ring of her rectum, at the slack lipped, pouting maw of her pussy.

"Hot for me," he babbled.

The rush of cool air over her super-heated crotch startled Joselyn, momentarily snapping her out of her fuck-fever, giving her an instant of lucidity. She struggled out from under the stifling weight of her sex hunger and saw herself, saw him, saw what he was doing to her, how he was gawking into her obscenely splayed fork, peering at her like she was some kind of lower animal, a cow or a sheep, a creature with no dignity to offend, and she was horrified. Never before in her life had she ever allowed herself to be so humiliated, so degraded. But even as part of her rose up in rebellion against this mistreatment, another sensation welled up in her belly, a sensation just as devastating as her anger, perhaps stronger. It was the soul ache, the love ache, the bottomless hurt of being trod upon by the one person you love, of having that sweet perfect love twisted, turned as a weapon against you. Suddenly, she wasn't sure whether or not what was happening to her didn't feel exquisite. Her confusion, her inner conflict was so intense that it cancelled out any actual physical protest she might have made.

Long before she got her wits about her, Bertrand was moving. He held her crotch open with the fingers of one hand and with the other gripped the thick neck of his penis, bending the arching rod down from against his chest, fitting the massive, purpling head to her wet and parted slit. At the feel of that smooth knob nosing into her cunt, at the feel of her labia yawning, stretched wide to enclose it, Joselyn's instant of sanity came to an abrupt end. The steam heat of her arousal dropped down on her like a ton of bricks and she pushed herself back hard, ramming her cunt onto the broad bulb.

"So hot," Bertrand moaned, his pleasure-slitted eyes glued to the lower half of his cock which protruded from her ovalled cuntlips, its skin dark with blood, so lewd against the milk white of her beautiful buttocks, the funny triangle of pale skin left by her bikini. He pulled his cock back a little and leered at the way her labia smooched back with it, pursing out from her crotch, clinging to the sides of the shaft, leaving behind glistening, fragrant juice.

When he had surged into her, Joselyn had been far too overwhelmed by the girth of his penis, the sensation of having her pussy filled from wall to wall with hot, hard meat, to notice all the little bumps on his cock skin. But now it was different. Now, as he withdrew a bit, she got the full brunt. Those hundreds of tiny warts rasped the soft lining of her cunt, scouring over her clitoris, teasing the inner edges of her labia, making flickers of delight dance in her loins, making her belly tighten.