Melinda Matson - A seductive student

Nothing, save grim death, could've kept Paul from looking. The cap of his penis, clear to the wide rim, had disappeared up inside her, and all around the thick neck of his shaft the overstuffed sphincter of her vagina clung, clung so fiercely that it felt like it was shutting off the flow of blood to his cockhead, making the thing swell up even bigger in her pussy. He could actually see the pulse of his cock, the heavy, blue dark veins throbbing just beneath the ragged edge of her labia, beneath the strangulating grip.

Joselyn lowered herself down further on his shaft, using her bodyweight to force the head deeper, making the glistening lips of her cunt dive down over his cock to mid-stem.

Paul was utterly flabbergasted by the heat, the friction of her cunt. It felt like she was skinning him alive. The buttery folds of her pussy, the slick corrugations squirmed down over his meat, sending thrill after thrill coursing straight to his balls.

Joselyn stopped bearing down at that point and, putting her hands flat on his chest, she pushed herself up, lifting her cunt, making the quaking tube slide up his cock, making the flattened folds tug and bump over the rim of his bulb, teasing it. The friction of all that meat sliding out of her created an awesome suction, an outward force that drew her whole seething pussy far from her fork, her labia stretched, clinging desperately to the sides of his gleaming hard on.

More stimulating to Paul than the suction, than the incredible volume of hot juice cascading down over his balls, than the keen, musky fragrance of her cunt, was the maddening, spastic caress of her sphincter. Never, in all the times they'd made love, had her pussy squeezed so hard, so frantically. It felt like she was trying to crush him, to crack his bloated bulb like a walnut.

"Come on! Paul, come on!!" she bawled, dropping her pussy back down his shaft, her stomach contracting violently as the upper surface of his cock rasped over her clitoris, as waves of pleasure washed up over her breasts.

The second time around, her pussy slid much further down on his cock. It gobbled him up hungrily, taking all but the last couple of inches, squeezing, squeezing at him. Paul flipped his hips, lunging upwards, bringing the two inch gap between their loins.

"Ohhh!" Joselyn cried as his pulsing cock eased home, as her soft petals bashed into his furry crotch, as his heavy testicles ground into her buttocks. She sat flat on his groin, skewered, spitted to the hairs.

It was impossible for Paul to keep still then. His need to climax was a burning hunger in his belly. He jerked his cock back a bit, jamming his ass down into the bed, then slammed it back up into her…

The blonde's jaw dropped, her eyes closed, her lips formed words, but no sounds came from her throat. In her mind, she stood on the edge of a vast precipice and the ground under her feet was starting to crumble away, chunks of rubble tumbling off into the abyss; between her legs, there was white light and heat and indescribable ecstasy.

Paul started fucking her in a brisk, insistent hot rhythm, ramming every inch of his cock in and out of her pussy, watching the expression on her face change, her upper lip curling back, her eyelids fluttering as he shoved himself home, her mouth forming a round "O" as he drew back.

Joselyn jerked and twitched about on his belly like a puppet. She was too out of control to coordinate her hip movements with his, indeed, to make any hip movements at all. She just sat there, shuddering, the muscles of her tummy, her cunt clasping, wringing out his cock as it flipped to and fro.

He knew she was going to let loose at any instant and he was determined to finish a close second. He sped up his thrusts, making his cock dart in and out of her in brutal, tip-to-root lunges. Her cunt sputtered and farted about the pistoning shaft, sending spray after spray of hot juice raining down on his balls, his thighs.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh-heeee!!" she squealed in delight as a mind-boggling explosion racked her loins, as the whole section of cliff she was standing on suddenly gave way, as she plummeted down into the blackness.

Beside himself with passion, Paul redoubled his efforts, bashing his cock into her so hard that her breasts jiggled and jounced all over her chest, the stiff nipples oscillating in opposite directions.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she bawled, her nails raking across his forearms, her face flushed a deep red.

If Paul hadn't gotten himself worked up to such a sweat, her scratches wouldn't have stung him so, but as it was, the burning pain was so staggering that he just froze there under her, whimpering like a kicked dog.

"Noooo! God!!! Don't stop!!! Not now!!!" she cried, suddenly raising and lowering her bottom, humping him like a madwoman, turning her contracting cunt into a blur over his cock.

He could only moan as that convulsing sheath sucked the orgasm from his testicles. A tiny flicker of pleasure in his cockhead tumbled down the length of his penis, snowballing, turning into an unstoppable avalanche of delight. His bottom jerked up from the bed with such force that he practically knocked her pussy from his cock.

"Yesss! Yesss, give it to me!!" she warbled, reaching back behind her bobbing asscheeks to cup his balls, to knead them urgently.

Paul gave it to her. A huge gob of cum suddenly surged up the hollow stem of his penis and shot deep into her cunt.

"Uhhhh!!" she gasped, clutching at her breasts with her free hand, mauling the soft globes. "I love it!! God, Paul, I love it! I love you!!"

A chill scuttled crab-like under Paul's scalp. She loved him! She loved him!! Moaning ecstatically, he sent gusher after gusher of thick sperm shooting into her pussy, letting the violent spasms of her cunt suck the cum from his balls, letting them milk the fluid up his cock.

Even before he finished squirting, before the delirious girl collapsed on his chest, her hard nipples digging into him, her pussy quivering, quaking about his cockroot, Paul had come to a momentous decision. Before, even though Joselyn had never spoken of love to him, he had been sorely tempted to dump on Dr. Blensch, to perhaps sacrifice his career to give himself totally to her. He'd thought that it was cowardice that had been holding him back, but now he knew that it was something else. He needed to hear her say those words, needed to know that she felt as strongly about him as he did about her. Now that he had that commitment, nothing would stop him, nothing.

He hugged her silky body to him, a profound sense of contentment welling up within him. Everything was going to be all right, after all.

"Well, Paul," Dr. Blensch said, holding out her hand to him, "are you going to chew them or not?"

Paul looked at the tiny, red nylon bikini panties his advisor was offering to him. Then he looked between her legs. She was sitting on the edge of her desk with her lab coat and skirt pulled way up over her waist, with her thighs spread wide, her naked, hairy cunt staring him right in the face. He shivered. His cock, mindless stick of muscle that it was, was already starting to stiffen in his pants. Dumping on her was a hell of a lot harder to do than he'd figured. He'd been screwing her so long that he was like one of Pavlov's dogs, slobbering all over himself at her whim.

"I want to see you chew them," she said, irritatedly, slipping her other hand between her thighs, slipping a fingertip between her fat labia, shamelessly toying with her clitoris. "I want to see it now."

He thought of Joselyn, shutting his mind to the way he knew those panties would feel against his lips, so smooth, so silky, so damp, to the way he knew they'd smell, heavy, pungent from her pussy, and somehow gathered the courage to shake his head.

"What?" the professor exclaimed.