Melinda Matson - A seductive student

Despite herself, Joselyn was amazed. She didn't think anyone but a contortionist could've pulled off this annoying feat… and a double-jointed contortionist at that. The sight of him kissing his own cock made her pulse rate soar.

"No!" she said, as he started to remove his tip from against his lips. "Lick it! I must see you lick it!"

Paul closed his eyes tight. It was clear that what he was doing wasn't giving him a whole lot of pleasure, but then again, it couldn't have been hurting him too much either as his erection did not go down.

She jumped down from the bed, kneeling on the rug beside him. "Go on!" she exclaimed excitedly, reaching up to stroke his swollen balls.

Disgraceful or not, disgusting or not, Paul did as she asked. He parted his lips and extended his tongue, sweeping the moist red tip of it over the sticky face of his cock. When he pushed the tip through the angry folds of his nerve bundle, the gathering of all his cock's ganglia, the fiery strip of skin just beneath his slot, he groaned balefully and his eyes popped open.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she smiled, squeezing his bloated testicles passionately.

Paul didn't answer. He couldn't. His larynx was being crushed by his own body weight. His face was a bright, beet red, which could have been from embarrassment at his predicament or, more likely, from his highly unnatural position. He continued to lick at himself, bathing his own cockhead in gleaming slobber.

The feel of his hard balls in her hand, the sight of him so openly debasing himself to satisfy her demented whim turned Joselyn on. Hot and wet pussy juices issued from the entrance to her pussy, spilled down the insides of her thighs in sticky rivulets. She was incredibly wet! And the keen scent of her arousal filled the room. Though she would've much rather had a more passionate love partner, there was undeniably something to be said for slave-like devotion.

"Keep on licking!" she demanded, getting up, crawling around to his cruelly bent over back. She dropped her face down onto his testicles, crooning to them, smothering the tacky flesh with hot, soft kisses. The harsh, cloying flavor of his balls exploded on her tongue and she was suddenly not only licking the fat orbs, but sucking them into her mouth, popping in and out like a little girl playing with her hard candy.

Poor Paul was beyond all hope. Whining piteously, he drew in his cheeks, making them go concave about his knob as he, too, commenced to suck.

Joselyn could tell that things were on the verge of getting out of hand. She could sense it in the sloppy sounds he was making as he sucked on himself, in the angry, man smell coming off his super-heated crotch, in the powerful contractions of the massive cock root under the tip of her nose. It was time! Time for her to assert herself, for her to crack the whip!

She raised her mouth from his drool-drenched scrotum, reached down and gripped the neck of his huge cock. With a jerk of her hand, she ripped penis from pursed lips.

"Uhhh!" he groaned, trying to pull it back. Joselyn let him have it, then gave him a strong push, shoving him completely over, so that he came up in an all-fours position on the rug under his belly, his thick cock flexed anxiously.

"Oh, God," he said, thickly, bending his head down, peering at the much-sucked, angry red head of his pecker.

Before he could utter another word, she scrambled around behind him, groping under buttocks and balls, between his legs, brutally hauling his hard cock back from against his chest, actually pulling it out the back way, so that it protruded obscenely from between his buttocks.

"Stay still!" she said, turning her own backside to his, inching her way backwards until she brought the wet bulb of his cock to bear upon the drooping lips of her cunt. She didn't immediately impale herself, but rather, started gyrating her hips lasciviously, rolling the sensitive knob about in her hot and sticky gash.

"OHHHHHHH!" Paul croaked, burying his face in the nap of the carpet.

Joselyn couldn't stand it any longer. It felt like her face was going to explode from the pressure of all the hot blood pounding in it. She edged her bottom backwards, forcing the domed tip of Paul's cockhead to slide into the mouth of her pussy. Stretched though she was, juicy though she was, there was still a stinging pain as the flaring rim of his prick popped inside her. She paused, moaning from the hurt, from the tube-rending girth of his knob.

"OHH!" he gasped, wanting with all his soul to thrust back into the tight delight of her cunt but afraid to move at all for fear of snapping his rigid cock off at the root.

Joselyn was in complete control and she knew it. She reveled in it. Biting the tip of her tongue to quell the cry of ecstasy in her throat, she rotated her hips in a great circle, making the mouth of her cunt swivel about his bulb, causing her own, tender clitoral bud to be mashed against the intruding cockface. As she rolled her ass around, she could feel her vaginal sphincter start to really stretch, to yield like hot taffy to the blood-thickened tip.

Paul knelt there, his ass raised high in the air, his face pressed tight to the carpet, ostrich-like, helpless to hurry or delay the inevitable outcome, unable to do anything but whimper his pleasure into the acrylic pile.

Slowly, carefully, Joselyn pushed back as she gyrated, feeding her pussy the big cock in minute increments. She could feel the walls of her cunt being driven back by the rubbery bulb and the bulb's fat, jutting rim bumped over her clitoris, massaging it, sending flaming flickers of pure delight racing up her tummy, and over her tits. She spitted herself relentlessly, cork-screwing the ramrod deep into her pussy, pausing only when she could feel the broad root tearing at her sphincter, the hot, firm sack of his balls prodding between her asscheeks. Her vagina was filled from wall to wall with raging male meat and when Paul's cock throbbed, pushing out in all directions, threatening to split a seam in her channel, she, too, dropped her face to the carpet, clutching at it, clawing it.

"Ohhhhh," she murmured, actually chewing at the nap as she tipped her bottom forward, dragging his knob from the back of her womb.

Their buttocks came apart and bridging the gap between them was a ruddy, glistening shaft of muscle. She only hesitated an instant, then thrust his cock back inside her squirming her hips as she did so, teasing the wet sheath of her pussy down over his cruelly bent penis. The downward pressure on her cunt was incredible, not just because of the size of his cock, but because it wanted very much to return to its normal angle, to flip back up to his chest, a full 180 degrees. It felt like the monstrous thing was about to rip out the front of her stomach.

Joselyn whined and whimpered but gave neither one of them any mercy. Puffing from the effort, she began bobbing her ass around, forcing the huge probe to flip in and out of her pussy. Every time the cock withdrew, it pulled her wet pink petals far from her body, making them smooch out from her fork like the lips of a chimpanzee, and each back thrust drew from the depths of her cunt a fresh gush of clear, slick lubricant, lubricant that oozed down over the whole front of her pudenda, clinging to the soft hairs in crystal beads. The sound the big penis made as she stuffed it in and out was incredibly sloppy, messy, like the sound a boot makes when it is thrust into a bog, then pulled free, a sucking sound. It was neither the erotic noise nor the delicious wetness between her legs that was pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, however. Instead, it was the friction, the friction of all that hard meat sawing over her tender clitoris. Every thrust meant another bump of cock rim against that fat nubbin, each bump another sudden, devastating rush of sensation in her pussy.