Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"The rolly polly guy is Wilbur Jaffee, from the school of Dentistry," Velasquez said.

"Dr. Jaffee," the plump man corrected him.

"Sitting next to him is Dr. Karl Manx of the Geology Department," the professor continued. "And next to him is Hubert Reed, lecturer in Astro-Physics."

"Pleased to meet you," Dr. Manx said.

"Likewise," said Dr. Jaffee.

"When is she going to strip?" asked Mr. Reed.

Joselyn shot Velasquez a horrified look. "No," she said, softly. "No, please."

The professor beamed at her. "I'm sure that Joselyn will be only too happy to accommodate you in any way that you please," he said. "She's a very adaptable girl."

She shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. She had just gotten the answer to her second question. The men were here for her and she was here for them. Her most terrible fears had become reality. Velasquez didn't give a damn about her, wasn't even interested enough in her to want to fuck her, himself. What did interest him was power, the power to control her, to control her favors, to dispose them on a whim to his handball cronies, to show them just how macho he was.

"She doesn't look too happy to me," Dr. Manx said, frowning at Velasquez. "You invited us up for a gang bang, not a gang rape, or am I mistaken?"

The professor smirked at him, reaching back, grabbing hold of Charlene's silky hair, brutally jerking her around in front of him, forcing her to her knees. Whimpering softly, the girl immediately began to lick his hairy testicles, her eyes shut rapturously, her hands limp at her sides.

Joselyn's final question was then answered. Charlene was here for Velasquez. As the realization swept over her, it seemed to deaden every nerve in her body. She stood there, rigid as a statue, hardly aware of what was going on around her, her soul writhing in agony inside the lifeless shell.

"Strip for them, baby," Velasquez said to her, his hands trapping Charlene's blushing face, guiding her lips and tongue up higher, up over the thick root of his oiled erection. "Show them what you've got to give."

The look in his eyes cut right into the core of her being. It said that if she didn't obey him, she would never see him again. He would shut her out of his life. She couldn't bear that, not that. No matter what he made her do, she couldn't bear being nothing to him.

"Yeah, show us," Dr. Jaffee said, his voice already thick with passion, his face turning a darker shade of red.

Joselyn tried to swallow the basketball sized lump in her throat and failed. It remained there, choking her as she took hold of the bottom of her tank top. She stared straight into Dr. Velasquez eyes as she lifted it up over her breasts, up over her head, trying desperately to send him the mental message that she was doing it for him, that she would do anything for him, pleading with him to give the other girl to these animals, to take her into the bedroom with him.

"God, what a set!" Mr. Reed groaned, feasting his eyes on her breasts. His stubby-fingered hands rubbed anxiously on his thighs.

"Beautiful!" said Dr. Manx, moistening his lips.

"Let's see the pussy!" Dr. Jaffee cried, excitedly, a big lump suddenly visible, suddenly throbbing in the front of his shorts.

Joselyn gave the professor one last pleading look. He glared at her, lifting, lowering Charlene's pretty face, making her mouth rub over the full length of his cock.

"Go on," he said.

A chill raced up Joselyn's spine. He was really going to make her go through with it. There would be no reprieve. Her fingers fumbled with the front of her cut off jeans.

Even before she had the buttons loose, the professor was turning, half-dragging Charlene back through the bedroom door, her lips obscenely ovalled about the greasy head of his penis.

"Hey!" Dr. Jaffee said. "Aren't you going to stick around for the rest of the show?"

Velasquez laughed. "I've seen it," he said.

Joselyn had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing aloud.

"Go on, knock yourselves out," the professor said. "It's party time." Then he closed the bedroom door.

"Hell of a guy!" Mr. Reed said.

"Salt of the earth," added Jaffee.

Dr. Manx was already up from the couch, moving towards her. His face was a frightening mask of lust… and the whole front of his nylon gym shorts was pushed out of shape by a huge, hulking erection.

Instinctively, Joselyn moved back, holding her hand out to fend him off. "Oh, please, please, don't!" she whined, tearfully.

The sight of her naked breasts, her silken tummy had evidently quashed the doctor's concern over rape. He pushed her hand aside and pulled her roughly into his arms, forcing her bare mounds to mash into his chest, forcing his mouth down hard on hers.

Joselyn tried to struggle, to keep her jaws shut, but he was gripping her face so hard, digging his fingers into the hinge points of her jaw that she couldn't bear the pain. Her mouth opened and his long, thick tongue slithered inside, nearly gagging her.

He kissed her hungrily, lashing his tongue over hers, over the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, making his tool fuck in and out between her lips.

She pushed as hard as she could on his arms, trying to make him disengage, but her efforts were worse than futile. All she succeeded in doing was exhausting herself.

"Look at the good doctor tongue that bitch!" Mr. Reed exclaimed, starting to strip out of his clothes, moving closer to the grappling couple.

"Yeah!" Jaffee panted, pulling his gym shorts down. His thick, uncircumcised penis flipped up, slapping hard against the soft meat of his chest, making it jiggle. He immediately put his hand to the obscenely curving shaft and began to pump it furiously.

Joselyn felt the other two men closing in behind her. Never in her life had she ever felt so trapped, so smothered. Rough hands slipped around her waist, ripping open the buttons of her fly, wrenching her shorts down around her ankles.

"Would you look at that ass!" Jaffee croaked, masturbating himself harder, faster.

Mr. Reed slipped his hands in under her armpits and somehow got his fingers between her breasts and Dr. Manx's chest. He cupped those resilient mounds, squeezing them hard, pinching the tender nipples.

The blonde was so dizzy she could hardly stand. That long tongue was choking her, shutting off her breath, those hard fingers were plucking at her nipples, savagely kneading her soft breasts, and there were other hands, other hands cupping her bare buttocks, prying them apart.

Dr. Manx dug his fingers deep into her asscrack, pulling her tighter to him, mashing her hot mound up against the front of his gym shorts, up against the underside of his hard cock, and, in so doing, he ripped her cheeks wide open, spreading her entire crotch to the view of the other men.

Reed stopped squeezing her tits and staggered back, leering at the flattened cleft, at the round pink ring of her anus, at the smooth pink petals of her pussy, at the silky golden hairs.

"Christ!!" he groaned, shoving his shorts down, freeing the monstrous hard on between his legs. The swollen rod lurched up, the broad, squat head sitting atop the rigid shaft like a purple toad, its skin hideously shiny, its vent glistening with something white and thick. He started to bend his penis down, down towards Joselyn's cunt.

"No!! Let me! Let me first!!" Jaffee moaned, pushing around in front of Reed, dropping to his knees behind the helpless girl. He thrust his florid face right into her parted fork, boring his nose right into her anus, boring his pointed tongue between the warm flaps, right up into her pussy.

Joselyn whinnied through her nostrils, her whole body shuddering as the tongue surged up into her cunt. Her nails raked Dr. Manx's arms, but he would not release her. Tongue was darting down her throat, tongue was darting up her pussy. The sensation was awesome. Jaffee was going absolutely animal on her, sucking as well as thrusting, snorting, and snuffling into her open pussy like a hog at a trough. Every wild slurping stab of his tongue against her clitoris sent unwanted thrills shooting over her belly. She could feel her cunt stretching, yielding to the insistent probing, readying itself, whether she liked it or not, for a much deeper, much more degrading penetration soon to come.