Melinda Matson - A seductive student

Paul groaned as his engorged cock flipped up, every vein bulging, every tendon bowstring taut, every inch aching. Despite the erect condition of his penis, his testicles hung slack, pendulously in their ruddy bag. He had an "all night boner", the kind of insensitive, blunt instrument that absolutely terrifies young girls, and that matrons dream of. In order for him to orgasm again and lose his erection, he was going to have to get past the pain. His cock was going to require prolonged and passionate attention.

Joselyn reached out and caught hold of the neck of his cock in her fingers, trying to slide the outer sheath of skin up and down the rigid inner bone. The inner bone was so distended, so swollen with blood that the outer sheath moved hardly at all.

"How many times did you fuck her today?" she asked, marveling at the way the head puffed out when she squeezed hard on the neck.

Paul winced. "Twice," he said, through clenched teeth, adding, "and she blew me once."

"Greedy bitch," she said.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Joselyn said, lowering her face to his lap. As she made a ring out of her thumb and middle finger, as she slid the ring up and down his shaft, she sniffed at the velvety smooth tip of his cock. There was a faint, musky odor to it, the odor of pussy juice. It was the kind of smell that would not wash off, no matter how vigorously soap and water were applied to it; it was too pungent, too strong. That he had told her he'd fucked his advisor twice was one thing, but to experience the evidence of that coupling, firsthand, was another. Joselyn felt her face flush, felt a kind of rage building up inside her. Jealousy? She refused to allow that; it was too demeaning, too humiliating…

She opened her mouth, extended her tongue and licked at the stinky knob, sweeping the tip of it round and round the flaring spongy rim, painting it with her hot saliva. The moisture of her slobber only made the smell stronger. It was like she'd poured warm water over some kind of dehydrated fragrance. It was so powerful that it filled her head and made her moan. There was no forgetting where the head of his cock had been.

Paul moaned, too. He could hardly feel the touch of her tongue to his penis for the hurt racing up and down it. It was the sight of her licking him like that, loving his fat bulb, rather than the feel that was making his cock flex, which, in turn, was making it ache like the dickens.

Joselyn wrapped all of her fingers about his shaft and began pumping much, much harder, shoving the head between her teeth and into her mouth, forcing her lips to slip down over the puffy rim. The knob filled her mouth to the point of pain, pushing out against the insides of her cheeks, up against the roof of her mouth and down upon her tongue, but she gave herself no mercy. She held the head like that while she masturbated his rigid shaft, jacking him off into her mouth. Every time her fist slipped to the thick base, the bulb throbbed mightily, pressing down so hard on her tongue that she had to fight to keep from gagging. Gradually, her mouth seemed to relax, to allow itself to stretch a bit, and the discomfort became minimal, at which point, she began to twist and turn her head, wedging his big cock deeper, forcing the tip to slide over the back of her tongue and into her throat.

In a way, Paul was glad that his cock hurt so much. If it hadn't, he knew that he would've already squirted and he would've missed the sight of her perfect, soft lips diving down over his meat, her lovely face distorted by the size of his erection. As it was, the squirming of her mouth around his bulb, the lashing of her tongue, was beginning to get through to him. The delicious warmth and wetness of her throat encased his cock head and he knew she was going for broke, that she was going to try and bottom him. The thought of her enduring that kind of agony just to give him pleasure made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

It didn't hurt her nearly so much as he imagined. Joselyn had become accustomed to sucking big cocks and she knew that it was a mind over matter kind of problem. If one relaxed and sort of swallowed the monstrous rod down, it hardly hurt at all. She did just that, her Adam's apple bobbing frantically as his penis surged down into her gullet, as her wet lips drove down over his broad root. She held her face mashed uptight against his hairy loins, her chin nuzzling into the hot, slightly tacky skin of his scrotum, every inch of his meaty cock sheathed in her throat.

Paul could only gasp. The sight of her going down on him like that, her pretty face buried in his pubic hairs, the thick base of his penis wedged between her obscenely ovalled lips, the feel of her swallowing, gulping, her throat rhythmically rippling about his shaft, made him claw at the bedcovers, shifting his buttocks anxiously, fighting the almost overwhelming impulse to fuck up into her face… an action he knew might cause her serious harm.

Joselyn raised her head, her cheeks becoming concave as she sucked her way up the shaft. She removed her lips from the head, holding the glistening, friction-reddened thing upright with her fingers. She looked from the bulb to Paul's face, trying to decide which of the two was a deeper shade of red. Her own face felt very hot, too, and her pulse was hammering at her temples. She knew that he was ready for her, now, but she wasn't quite ready for him. She wanted to drive him out of his mind and she knew just how to do it.

Paul gasped with delight as the blonde jerked his jeans and underwear roughly over his shoes, then pushed his knees wide apart, pushing them up so they hovered over his waist.

Joselyn dropped to her knees on the floor, burying her face in his slackened scrotum, licking, sucking frantically at his fat testicles, sweeping her tongue over the pebbly chicken skin.

He could hardly see her, just the top of her wet head over the iron hard curve of his penis, but he could feel her… and then some! Her hot breath was gusting over the equally hot slobber she was smearing on his balls and the low-pitched groans of pleasure she was giving voice to vibrated right through his leathery sack, right through his tender orbs, rattling the very core of his being. His cock commenced to sputter and furtte upon his chest, spitting threads of sticky white pre-cum all over the front of his t-shirt.

She was no longer aware of the musky odor of Dr. Blensch's pussy. There was only the sweet smell of her own saliva and the musty, rank scent of Paul's aroused crotch. She wallowed in that manly aroma, rubbing not only her lips and tongue, but her nose, her cheeks, her chin over the drool-drenched sack as well. And the more she rooted about between his legs, the hotter she got, the more she wanted. She gently lifted his sagging balls and swept her tongue underneath them.

"Oh!" Paul gasped, his legs stiffening as he felt the moist tip of her tongue tease over the super smooth band of skin that, separated his scrotum from anus.

Joselyn giggled, despite her own arousal. What she'd started to do to him had been almost automatic… something she'd picked up from Dr. Bertrand, who considered ass-licking as an integral part of her duties. She'd never even come close to doing anything of the kind to Paul and she could tell from his violent reaction that it had taken him by surprise. She also knew that if she did perform on him, he would have to realize who taught her not only the proper technique, but to love doing it. By rubbing her nose in it, she would be rubbing his nose in it, so to speak.

She pushed his testicles way up over the underside of his cock, holding them out of the way, and mashed her tongue against that band of skin, sliding the tip down between his firm, muscular buttocks, wriggling it about in his ass crack.

The sensation was so devastating that Paul did some pretty wild wriggling of his own, kicking his feet in the air, madly squirming his ass about. He was astonished at what she was attempting to do to him.