“I’m an adult and will be graduating next month. What’s there to stop us?” she stated, dismayed at his prudence.
He swallowed as Brenda continued toying with her tits and nipples. “I’ve mastered masturbation because there were no men around,” she disclosed, inserting her hands inside her panty. Justin’s manhood stood erect as the musky scent of vaginal juices emanated from her. She was wet and ready.
He abruptly braked to a stop and opened the door. “Please, get out,” he barked in a controlled voice. His face was a mask of conflicting emotions.
Brenda was certain that he was ready to go off any moment. She attempted to stay put but he pushed her off the door, and left her standing forlornly at the curb.
She was indignant and frustrated. You’re a pompous prig, she yelled at him silently, her body smoldering with unfulfilled desires. To hell with you, she gritted her teeth and began walking towards her dorm. If that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you, she muttered to herself.
It took superhuman effort for Justin to let Brenda go, when all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, kiss her and fuck her until she cries out loud for more. He had to make sure that it wasn’t merely a shot out of the blue. She was his student after all. He felt a moral obligation to take care of her.
School the next day was a pain in the ass. Brenda, her body worn-out and grieving had lost all its energy. She was listless as she prepared herself for school. I’ll show him that it didn’t matter to me at all, she decided firmly.
She entered the class beaming with false gaiety, “Good morning everyone, anyone interested in a party tonight?” She announced. “There will be drinks and food, my treat,” her classmates cheered, and that was when the professor walked in.
“What’s the riot all about?” Justin queried.
“Miss Stuart has invited us for some drinks this evening,” someone piped in.
“Oh, I see,” Justin turned to stare at Brenda, who was intentionally flirting with one of her classmates.
During class, Justin and Brenda acted like nothing happened the day before. Justin did not call Brenda to recite and she didn’t volunteer. Even after classes, she left through the backdoor ignoring Justin.
Justin was visibly bothered and he was not able to concentrate on work for the whole afternoon. That girl is a fiery animal, he decided, she stops at nothing to get what she wants. He knew it and yet, he was inexplicably attracted to her, like moth to a flame.
He had been pacing restlessly for a whole hour until he could not stand it any longer. That girl can get into trouble by her stubbornness. She might just get laid by anyone she encounters in the party, he assumed. He raced to the party’s venue and was greeted by boisterous students.
“It’s great you were able to come sir, Professor Walker is here, as well,” one student volunteered.
“Have you seen Miss Stuart? He asked.
“She’s with Professor Walker.”
Justin’s heart did a somersault. Was she now flirting with John?
The party was at its peak, with people in the dance floor and some in the swimming pool, all holding their glasses of wine or bottles of beer. There were some students necking at the pool, and he presumed that some were upstairs doing their ‘thing’ in the private rooms.
Brenda was indeed with Professor Walker. She was beaming at him and listening intently.
There were butterflies in Brenda’s stomach when she saw Justin come in. So, he cares after all, she mused, or was she wrong?
“Justin,” John called out to him, “I thought you won’t be attending.”
“There was nothing to do at home, so I came. They’re our seniors anyway,” he pretended to be unfazed, but Brenda can see through his façade. Liar! She seethed.
“I was discussing with Brenda the Serology experiment I’ll be adding to the lab list,” John explained to Justin.
“I see,” Justin said, trying to catch Brenda’s eyes, but she refused to look at him. “Then, I’ll see you around.”
His footsteps were heavy as he left and plopped himself in the sofa at a near by area. He positioned himself in such a way that he had a good vantage point of where Brenda and John were seated.
Justin’s heart bolted when he saw John touched her lips to remove an imaginary speck of food. Afterwards, they were touching their glasses for a toast, laughing merrily and cozily listening to each other’s stories.
Justin was in pain. Did he truly care about her? He always had a soft spot where she was concerned. For all his strictness, he wanted her to graduate with a Latin distinction such as, Cum Laude, Magna Cum Laude or Summa Cum Laude.
He watched them closely as they talked earnestly. It was apparent that they were in the process of developing a great bond between them, and he felt a pang of jealousy consuming his soul. He knew then that he truly cared for her, and he had to talk to her before the night was over. He patiently waited for that chance.
He saw that chance when Brenda stood up and made a beeline for the john. Justin blocked her path as she came out. He yanked her and forced her into a space behind the awnings. Without a word, he kissed her ardently, claiming her lips as his own.
Brenda was astonished by his abrupt onslaught, and she tried to break away from his tight embrace but he was too strong for her. She laughed inwardly, so now, you have come to your senses, you jerk. Do you think I would wait for you forever? Unknowingly, she had responded to his kiss; her plans of taking revenge all forgotten as she clung to him and savored his kisses. They separated with difficulty.
“I’m sorry Brenda for sending you home the last time. I was concerned of your welfare,” he disclosed, his eyes pleading.
She had planned to ignore him but her emotions overpowered her and she replied by leaning on his muscular chest.
“We can continue our discontinued lesson at my house tonight,” Justin suggested. Brenda nodded, speechless, and they sneaked out, not bothering to alert anyone.
They held hands and contented themselves in caressing each other, controlling their passion because they knew that it would be wonderful to make love in his own room, without time constraint.
However, it was just too much for them to bear. They couldn’t hold on any longer. Home was 5 miles away and they were caught in traffic.
His dick had grown even bigger and it was straining from beneath his slacks. Justin stepped on the brakes when Brenda suddenly ran a finger along the length of his organ. Damn, he cussed, why can’t I resist this girl? She’s a glaring red light. But I want to fuck her right now. He had not been attracted to a female since his last affair with a colleague a year ago. He masturbated every now and then, nonetheless.
“Shall I free the puppy from its jail term now?” Brenda crooned.
Justin nodded; his face red with passion and his cock, huge as an asp, ready to nab its victim.
She quietly unzipped him and released his angry organ, which sprang readily, protruding upwards, mightily. The throbbing, living piece of flesh captured her heart and soul. She gasped and stroked it tentatively, running her hands along the small engorged veins that snaked around it.
The car finally started crawling forward again. There was still heavy traffic because it was rush hour. They were so horny they wanted prompt gratification. He was trying hard to focus his eyes on the road. But he couldn’t.
She massaged his cock with her right hand, enclosing it in the warmth of her fingers. Her fingers went up and down his shaft, very gently, as the other hand twirled his balls, playfully. He was gasping for breath and raising his manhood towards her. He wanted more.
Brenda stooped down and blew air into the tiny hole of his penis. He shuddered and groaned. The car was tinted and was not visible to anyone outside, and the din from their surroundings overcame his groans of delight.
“Suck me,” he commanded. “Go on, suck me.”
But Brenda didn’t do so. She pushed the foreskin of his penis and circled its crown with her tongue. Justin sucked in his breath a
s her tongue whipped that area, once, twice, thrice and again. He grabbed her hair in ecstasy. “Oooooh…” a throaty keening came ripping out of his mouth.
Brenda sucked him then, gradually going deeper and more desperately, as she took in the juicy flesh until she felt him in her throat. Then her mouth moved up and down his shaft, suckling his cock leisurely. The car came to a stop once more and Justin closed his eyes to savor the delightful sensations coming from Brenda’s ministrations.
His dick was enormous -around 10 feet - that Brenda nearly choked when Justin raised his hips to meet her mouth. It was just so huge; she could not take it all in. Instead, she used both of her hands and mouth to accommodate his organ. She gripped the base of his thick dick and massaged it with her fingers in a twisting motion as her mouth and tongue sucked and licked its upper portion – not an inch of his cock was left unoccupied. Over and over her tongue and fingers went up and down - gently, tenderly, incessantly.
From what she had heard from friends, the penis was as sensitive as the clit of a woman, so her tongue and mouth rendered service to Justin’s cock just like how she wanted her clit to be venerated.
Within a few minutes, Justin was beside himself in delight. He gripped the wheel tightly and strained for his climax, urging Brenda to go faster and deeper; his hands clutching her hair. “Ummmmm…ummmmm,” he groaned, the veins on his forehead bursting with his exertion, “oh holy shit, aaaaah . . . ,” he was teetering on the verge of his ejaculation.
Brenda persisted with her blowjob, reverently exploring all the sensitive crevices of his mighty dick, not sparing his two precious balls in the process. She sucked each of them fondly, taking care not to exert excessive pressure. These two eggs are fragile; she smiled contentedly, twirling each of them with her tongue. Justin moaned and trembled in his seat.
Traffic remained at a standstill as Justin continued groaning and murmuring unintelligible phrases until he vaulted and rammed Brenda’s head into his cock. He ejaculated profusely into Brenda’s seeking mouth, dripping some of it on the car’s seat.
“Ooooh . . . God . . . yes . . . that was incredible!” he uttered hoarsely in between his rapid breathing. “For a virgin, you’re not bad.”
“I’ve learned the theory from expert friends and I’ll have to learn from you about coitus,” Brenda purred, her moist pussy wanting to be fondled. “Can we continue the case study in your house?”
Justin helped Brenda wipe themselves off the sticky semen. Its pungent odor pervaded the car that they have to use a car freshener to dissimulate its scent. They held hands afterwards, stroking each other alternately, as the cars started moving forward once again.
They arrived at Justin’s house after almost an hour. By then, Justin was hard again and Brenda’s pussy was soaking wet, she was certain it was ready for Justin’s huge dick.
As soon as they entered the house, Justin frantically clawed at Brenda’s clothing, ripping her blouse apart and undressing her as he kissed every inch of her exposed body. She emerged stark naked, her firm breasts craving for attention, her fervid body shivering in anticipation. He pushed her hard against the wall and French-kissed her hard on the mouth, savoring her innocence and pureness. She tasted like a freshly prepared mix of succulent cinnamon and the juiciest strawberries – something he had never tasted before.
“Oh . . . ,” Brenda moaned as Justin showered her nape with breezy kisses, his searching tongue bringing wonderful sensations that she only learned at that moment. His kisses were fluffy and teasing, driving her insane. It was like sweet torture, slow and deliberate, but definite and scrumptious. “Oooooh . . . ,” her voice rose in ecstasy.
“We’ll have to dilate your narrow opening to welcome my powerful cock,” his voice echoed with passion. “Are you sure about this?” Justin had still lingering doubts about it. “You’ll not regret it?”
Brenda shook her head and kissed him in answer to his question.
“I had a crush on you since freshman years, sir, err. . . Justin,” she professed.
Justin wrapped his arms around her petite frame and returned her kiss with fervor. His tongue worked its way through the erotic spots in her mouth. Brenda did not want to be outdone; her tongue grappled with his and they exchanged mouth juices as they sucked one another, giving off slurping sounds. She stripped him in return, caressing his skin before dropping his clothes on the floor.
He lifted her up easily. “In that case, the first order of the day is to take a shower,” he carried her to the bath tub. “Let’s bathe together.”
Brenda’s cunt was raring to go. She wanted to fill it up so her ‘hunger’ would be assuaged. She was not afraid anymore of the impending pain.
Justin soaped Brenda’s body methodically, taking care to include her armpits, and the folds of her skin. Lovingly, he massaged the soap into her skin, unhurriedly, working the lather, and washing the skin with water afterwards. When he reached her breasts, he sucked her hardened nipples while massaging her tits in circular motion.
They were half submerged in the bath tub water full of soap suds. Brenda let out a contented sigh and groped for his cock. It was slippery as an eel, and twice as big. The professor had a gigantic future; she chuckled and basked in its supersize. Soon, this “thing” will be invading my pussy. How would it feel to have it ALL in? Her insides quivered with eagerness.
Justin set her on the edge of the bath tub and started soaping her vagina. She spread her thighs wide to provide him full access to her precious jewels. He spent considerable time soaping her womanhood.
“The labia must be extra clean for my tongue to lick later,” he teased her. He took great pains in massaging her clitoris, hitting it with bubbles from the gentle soap.
He squatted in front of her as he washed off the soap from her pussy. She ruffled her hair, relishing the gentle and thorough cleansing of her delicate flower. Every cell in her body was aching with desire.
She did the same to him, lathering his whole body slowly, stroking and caressing each muscle as she washed it. She rinsed off the soap from his cock, while fondling it.
His right hand delved into her pubis, massaging the area steadfastly, his fingers opening her wet petals deftly; first, her labia minora, and then her labia majora. He imagined pointing these parts out as he lectured about them. He cleansed her clitoris the last - the queen of the vagina. He did so with careful attention on the mount of pleasure.
“The clitoris is the most sensitive part of the vagina. It’s the equivalent of the penis in females,” they were both thinking about the lecture Justin conducted during their endocrinology class.
“This is a demonstration of the theoretical portion,” he stated. “This is the clitoris,” he fondled it and tugged it nonchalantly.
Brenda whimpered hungrily, “I know, sir, yes . . . it urgently requires your attention now.”
“It’s composed of numerous sensitive nerve endings and women can achieve orgasm by clitoral stimulation,” he informed her, playfully. “I guess we’ll have to go with clitoral orgasm, before vaginal,” he inserted one finger into her vagina and grinned, “Your vagina has to be initiated first,” he grumbled mischievously.
Justin carried her and set her on his study table. Then he knelt and spread Brenda’s thighs wide apart allowing her pussy to be wide-opened. He licked her thighs, and the area around her pussy, sometimes nibbling and sucking the smooth skin of her thighs. When she started rotating her hips, he sucked the lips of her pussy, licking and lapping it like delicious ice cream. His tongue went round and round, and up and down her pussy not touching her clit. These went on for several minutes until she arched her back and her body trembled. She grabbed his head and urged him on. He then flicked her clit with his tongue.
She gave out a throaty cry of pleasure, “Aaaah. . . oh, yeah, yeah...”
Justin continued flicking her clit with his tongue, increasing the pace and rhythm. He went on repeatedly until her clit was engorged and throbbing. He then inserted a finger into
her pussy, tentatively at first, and then when she screamed with delight, he slid his finger in and out of his cunt. It was tight and slick; her love slit gripping his finger firmly. Eventually her pussy became more slippery and accommodating, he inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out, repeatedly.
“Oooooh” she cried out loud, jerking her body upwards. “Oh God . . . yeah . . . yeah.”
The louder Brenda moaned; the more Justin became aroused. His cock increased even bigger in size and was pulsating painfully between his thighs. “Are you ready now?” he grunted.
“Yes, please . . . fuck me,” she exclaimed, straining her body towards him.
He cupped her tit with his other hand and they fitted seamlessly into his palm. Her breasts were not voluptuous but they were firm and soft against his kneading fingers. He carried her to an armless chair while sucking her nipples. With one swift motion, he hauled her up and swapped places with her. He was now sitting on the chair and she was sitting astride him; her tits crushed in between their chests and his penis struggling to enter her cunt.
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