Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"Ooooh," she sighed, immediately responding to his withdrawal by swiveling her round bottom, by thrusting it backwards, by forcing her vagina to gobble every inch of him. She took all of his prick into her, cramming the broad, hairy root between her wet cunt petals, leaning back until she could feel his heavy testicles gently sliding over her inner thighs.

"That's it," the professor crooned to her, keeping her from moving any further by locking his forearm about her waist, keeping his penis from moving in and out of her, but flexing it so that it throbbed out against the tender grip of her pussy. As he did this, he slid his free hand over her smooth hips, up over her ribcage to cup her breasts, to pinch and tweak her stiff nipples.

That awful outward pulsing made Joselyn's knees go to jelly and the savage groping of her breasts, the plucking at her tender nipples made her dizzy. Each pulse of his huge penis, each hard twist at her nipples so infuriated her passion that it felt as if her head was going to explode from the pressure of the hot blood pounding in it. She had to have her release, she had to.

Moving with surprising speed and strength, the young blonde hurled her full weight forward, breaking free of Bertrand's armlock, dragging her tight, wet pussy down the length of his cock, down over the band of bumps. She squealed as the tiny nodes scraped her clitoris and then she lunged backwards once more, cramming all the hard meat back into her cunt.

The professor chortled to himself. He could tell that his new protege was out of control, that she was on the verge of sprinting, pell mell for orgasm. He let go of her, putting his palms flat to her shapely buttocks, gently pushing, pulling on the firm flesh as she worked herself forward and back, as she fucked his big cock in and out of her pussy.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, a gasp for every scrape, a surge of pleasure for every gasp. Even under the heat of her excitement, Joselyn knew that she disliked the man on her back, even loathed him. But what he was making her feel was anything but dislike. To be stimulated by a man's face or body was one thing, but to hate the man and be in love with his penis, or to be more exact, with the warts upon it, was something entirely different, something that even to her seemed unspeakably obscene.

Bertrand didn't move his hips at all, but let her do all the work, guiding her buttocks with his hands, making sure that the entire length of his cock got the full benefit of her pussy. Gradually, the tightness, the slick moisture, the searing heat of her cunt began to have its effect on him. His breathing became ragged, labored, his face flushed. Everything between their smacking loins was sopping wet, deliciously wet and then he started to hunch, driving his cock in and out of her two or three times in the time it took her to fuck forward and back once.

His rapid-fire fucking only served to fan Joselyn's inner fires. More strokes of pebbly bump band over her clitoris meant more sensation, more pleasure. Even as she clawed at the blotter, her pussy sputtering and farting up a storm, even as the waves of joy buffeted and bounced her, there was pain, too. He was screwing into her so hard, the broad root of his cock smashing into her upturned pussy like he was trying to split her in two. His balls slapped hard against the upper portion of her parted slit and the head of his penis bored into her so deeply that she swore she could feel it throbbing in the back of her throat.

There was pain, yes, but instead of weakening the effect of all the pleasure, it only served to emphasize it. On a purely mental level, it was as if Joselyn were being punished for her wickedness, punished even as she reveled in it; on a physical level, her nerve ends were so overloaded that they could no longer distinguish between one powerful sensation and the other… it all felt good. Before thirty seconds had passed, before fifteen strokes had been sent surging into her, she was cumming. She let out a shrill, bleating cry and tried no frantically to fuck him faster, to bring herself off, but her climax was too awesome. It was all she could do, as the world dropped out from under her feet, as the colored lights began to flash inside her skull, to slump forward onto the desktop, holding her sleek bottom up high in the air for him.

The professor grunted as he felt her tight, tremendous pussy begin to spasm about his cock. Those fluttering, startlingly powerful caresses made tingles of ecstasy shoot down the shaft of his cock, made his balls glow with a cozy warmth. He fucked her harder, actually pinning her belly down on the desktop, jamming his cock to her as fast as he possibly could.

Whether she liked it or not, Joselyn was orgasming abut his pistoning rod. Every muscle in her belly was convulsing, rhythmically contracting and she could feel her pussy squeezing at him, desperately trying to tease the climax from his cock… to no avail. Though her own ecstasy was non-stop, his had not even begun, yet. He was pumping on her so furiously that she could hardly breathe, forcing her orgasm to go on and on and on, until she was sobbing, bawling like a baby, begging him to finish it.

When he didn't let up, even then, she began to panic. It felt like her whole body was coming apart, muscle, organ, bone rattling loose under the violent seizures that racked it. Was he so jaded, so used to having beautiful young women orgasming under him that nothing she could do would bring him off?! What had she gotten herself into?!

As for Bertrand, there was a method to his madness. He was biting down so hard on the tip of his tongue to keep from cumming that he could taste his own blood, hot, metallic, in his mouth, but it was going to be worth it. He didn't just want to screw Joselyn; he wanted to subjugate her, to teach her what he was going to be expecting from her in the future. He knew that if he prolonged her climax, stretching it out to the point of pain, he could break her will, shatter her personality. He'd done it before, done it to the young undergrad he'd forced into seducing, then finking on Velasquez. He'd fucked that one so hard and so long that she couldn't even walk by the time he was finished. He knew that he could get Joselyn to follow him around like a puppy, too, if he could just hold out a bit longer.

"Uhhhh," Joselyn whined, the constant pumping of his cock building up a staggering friction heat in the walls of her cunt, a heat that only made her pleasure more intense. She could feel her ego, her personality beginning to melt away, and she was determined to fight back, to fuck back, to assert herself. Whimpering from low in her belly, she began to lift and lower her bottom as fast as she could, to force her pussy to suck and slurp at the darting cock.

The professor was a little surprised by her sudden renewal of strength, but he quickly adapted it to his game plan. He stopped fucking her altogether and just stood there, hunkering behind her, waiting.

Joselyn reacted at once, knowing what he was waiting for, that he expected her to bring him off. She started screwing, him like she'd never screwed anyone before, not only thrusting the big, wet cock in and out, but twisting, turning her hips, making the thick shaft rub over her slippery inner drapery.

"Oh! Uhhh! Come on!! Oh!" she panted, her own orgasm still raging unabated.

Bertrand once again put his thumbs to her buttocks and spread them wide apart. As he peered down at the gleaming root of his cock, at the pearly pink, buttery soft flesh of her pussy smooching down over it, he groaned. He had to bite his tongue again, harder, or squirt on the spot.

"Cum! Cum!!" she chanted mindlessly, puffing from the exertion, her svelte buttocks suddenly damp with perspiration.

The professor eased the ball of his right thumb into those sticky wet flaps of her, moistening it. Before she knew what was happening, he jammed the tip of his finger right up against her wrinkly little anus.