Manna couldn't stand the aching feeling deep inside her pussy any longer. Lying in bed, thinking about sucking off Dr. Nathaniel's cock, the horniness in her cunt grew until she was almost moaning with frustration. She shoved the pillow down between her legs and started rocking back and forth. When the bedsprings began squeaking loudly, Manna reluctantly stopped.
She didn't want to attract her parents' attention to her condition. Her fingers pulled the useless pillow from between her slender thighs and found the pillowcase damp with pussy juice.
"Damn," she said aloud. The blonde teenager got up and went to find something to eat. If she couldn't have the philosophy professor, she'd eat away her troubles. Anything was better than dreaming about how good it would be getting fucked by Roger's long, hard prick.
Rubbing her crotch and seeing it was still damp, she sighed. Life was such a damned crock of shit at times. Why couldn't she be content with Bert. He wasn't a bad sort and he fucked better than most of the studs she'd gone out with.
But he wasn't Dr. Nathaniel. It was that simple. Something about that man turned her on. Maybe it was his coolness toward her. He didn't get an instant hard-on when she flaunted her tits and rolled her ass. He was cool, damn him, too cool!
She couldn't pass up a challenge like that.
Manna opened, her bedroom door and peered out. The lights were still on in the living room, but the house was silent. On tiptoes, she went into the kitchen. The living room and entire rear of the house were empty. The young college student listlessly fixed herself a sandwich and munched on it.
Somehow, the food didn't settle her stomach. If anything, it made her more nervous.
"Damn," she said to herself again. "I'm an adult. I'm attractive! He's got to see me!"
Resolute, Manna grabbed her purse and keys and went out. She got into her car and drove across town to where Dr. Nathaniel lived. She'd have him – this very night. He couldn't turn her down this time. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed! She was still in her flimsy nightie.
Manna screeched to a halt outside the professor's house and ran up the front walk. She hesitated when she heard familiar sounds coming from an open window behind some bushes to the left. Curious and turned on, she went to peer into the window.
The telltale squeaking of bedsprings told her that Dr. Nathaniel was fucking someone inside. Now and then a soft moan of stark passion drifted from the open window.
Rage filled Manna. She turned and stormed off, her nylon nightie flaring out from her trim body. She shivered in the cool night air but she couldn't tell if it was simply physical reaction to the coolness or anger at the philosophy professor. He was hers, damnit!
She pulled the thin nightgown around her lush, ripe young body and began walking back to her car. The dew-laden grass was damp and soothing under her bare feet. The rush of cars a block distant on the freeway was ignored. She became totally negligent and let the wind whip the nightie around her, exposing vast mounds of snowy white titflesh and the platinum triangle of her bush.
The nylon garment fluttered open, a pink halo surrounding her smooth-skinned body.
She impudently thrust but her tits and felt the night breeze caressing her. The wind whirled through her moist bush, cooling her off. The wind was almost a living thing. For a brief ecstasy-filled moment, she imagined herself being fucked by some hairy creature, its powerful cock driving all the way up to touch her cunt, to relieve that most basic of her physical needs.
Then she sighed. It wasn't going to happen. Even exposing her body the way she was, no one was likely to stop his car, jump out and come help a poor teenage girl out of her dilemma. And Roger barely knew she existed. She'd sucked him off as good as anybody could have and he still didn't even get her name right.
She wanted to fuck and there wasn't anyone handy.
Only the vague moans from the philosophy professor's bedroom window could be heard. More from curiosity than perversity, Manna walked back to the window. Peering inside, however, gave her a real thrill.
Dr. Nathaniel was poised on his knees between a young coed's widespread legs. The student was wantonly exposing her cunt to the man's long prick.
And what a prick!
Manna gasped when she saw it. Long, easily nine inches now, it bounced and jerked an ugly red in the dim light. It swelled visibly. She wondered how she had ever managed to get that plum-tipped monster into her mouth.
To have that pussy-pleaser fucking her! The blonde teenager shivered again, this time from dreamy anticipation. If Roger would fuck one of his students, why wouldn't he fuck her?
"Tell me what you want," she heard the man demand. She shuddered at the force of that command.
"Your cock, master. I want that huge cock of yours fucking me."
Manna saw the other girl lick dried lips. She had a feverish expression, half-fearful and half-excited. The girl sprawled and spread wide on the bed breathed with sharp, rasping gasps. Manna didn't blame her. Her own tits rose faster and faster as she eyed Dr. Nathaniel's prick with lust.
"Where do you want it, you stupid cunt?" The man held his cock like a stick and waved it at her.
"Up my cunt, master. I love you, master! And I love that prick of yours. You're too good for me, master. But fuck me anyway!"
Manna shivered with desire every time the other girl called Dr. Nathaniel "master". The title fit him. And how she'd love to be calling him that! He was so forceful, so commanding, and so virile!
"You're only a slimy cunt," he sneered at the exposed girl. "And I don't know if I should give you the gift of my prick or not."
"I need it, master, please! Anything, I'll do anything!" The young girl was frantic with need. Manna understood that perfectly.
"Very well, slave. Here it is."
Manna jumped as much as the other girl when that mighty cock was shoved balls deep into her yearning cunt. The young college student felt her own cunt beginning to drool obscenely again.
To have that powerful cock fucking her! She would have given just about anything she had for that. But she wasn't likely to have her wish.
The blonde teenager would have to be content with just watching the man she loved fuck another student.
Not even knowing what she was doing, Manna edged closer to the house. She leaned against the rough wood with the flaking paint, her hand drifting lower toward her naked pussy. A hand rubbed across her juicy cunt lips. When she succeeded, in stuffing a finger into her pussy, only then was she aware of what she was doing.
She couldn't masturbate while she watched Dr. Nathaniel fucking another woman. That was sick.
The young college student couldn't help herself. Denied sexual release with Dr. Nathaniel, she had to get her rocks off somehow. And the way the philosophy professor was hung turned her on too much. She loved watching him move, fuck, pose, posture, and dominate.
He was like a Greek God.
"Feels big inside your cunt, doesn't it? Even though your pussy is the size of a sewer pipe, I'm still big inside you. What's it feel like when I really fuck that cunt of yours, bitch?"
His hips began sliding back and forth like a piston in a slot. The spying girl sucked in her breath and tried to match the motion of her own finger fucking her cunt with that of the man fucking inside. It wasn't quite the same.
She heard the girl inside cry out, "Master, I can't stand it! That cock of yours is too big. You're tearing me up inside!"
"I'll fuck you if I please and I'll stop when I want. You should know that, you shitheaded bitch."
Resting on his hands, he looked down into the woman's face and began driving his long, hard prick in and out of her softly yielding cunt even faster.
The young college student imagined what the friction of his cock against soft, juicy pussy walls would be like. The warmth would spread like wildfire. Hidden nerves would scream in joy. His cock would touch here, there, all the right spots in her excited cunt.
He was a master cocksman. A real stud. The real master.
The coed inside was going wild with sexual frenzy. Her hips bucked and hunched up to meet every inward stroke of his prick. She was trying to jam her pussy down around his cock to get him an extra fraction of an inch deeper into her seething cunt.
The peeping blonde coed knew what the woman felt. That deep-seated itch had to be scratched. And the only way of doing it was with a good fucking. She'd have to have that prick sinking seep, stirring around inside, then slowly pulling out. Nothing less than the best fucking ever would sate her carnal desires.
She heard the lewd noises of the two fucking inside. The harsh, moist sounds of his cock surging into her cunt were drowned out by the other girl's gasps and soft moans. For a long while, the philosophy professor would stay buried balls deep up her cunt. His hips would rotate, stirring his cock against her pussy walls.
Then he would retreat. His cock made such a tight seal against her cunt walls that a vacuum was formed. The sound when his cock slipped almost free of her clinging pussy was obscene. And the spying coed loved it!
How Manna wished that it was her being the recipient of that tremendous fucking.
"Tell me what you like about my cock, you common slut," the man urged.
"Your cock," the fucked coed moaned dreamily. "Ummmm, so big inside me. It's stirring me up. God, it's huge! Fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
"Stupid bitch. All you think of is getting laid. Okay, then I'll burn this fucking into your brain."
He started fucking her with short, rapid strokes designed to set her cunt on fire. It worked. The woman's hips went wild. Her gasps turned into shrieks as she came.
"Never felt that hot before. God, master, you're a stud, a real stud. Do it again."
"Again, what?" the man demanded. "Tell me!"
"Do it again, master!"
"Sex-hungry cunt," he snarled. His body now glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Manna watched as he drilled his cock repeatedly into the gaping cunt spread in front of his crotch. How she envied that other girl! To have traded places for just a moment would have been heaven.
She added an extra finger up her juicy pussy. It didn't do much to satisfy her needs.
The young college student began stroking over her clit as she spied on the two fucking their brains out in the bedroom.
The tiny jolts of excitement that passed through her young body soon became larger and larger. It was as if she were being stabbed with a cold knife that turned a blazing white-hot in her belly.
She found her meek little clit poking its head from the sheath of flesh surrounding it. She looped her finger around the slippery spire and stroked from base to sensitive tip. Each time she touched the very end of the pointy nubbin, she sobbed.
Her knees were going weak from reaction. But she couldn't just slip down against the house. She had to see what was happening inside.
The philosophy professor was busy corkscrewing into the woman wantonly spread for his amusement. His entire body was twisting and turning. Manna guessed what that must feel like, being on the receiving end of his monstrous prick.
He was drilling as hard as he could into the girl's wet, clinging cunt.
"I'm burning up inside, master! I don't know how you're doing it, but, oh, ohhhhh!"
The sight of the ecstasy-rigid face and writhing body increased the carnal yearning in the spying blonde girl. Her fingers flew up and down her clit in a vain attempt to imitate what was happening in the bedroom. While the feelings in her body mounted, she felt more and more cheated.
It simply wasn't the same as having a man's long, steely-hard cock fucking her. It wasn't the same at all.
How she wanted to leap through the window and spread herself for that stud! His huge cock would be enough to satisfy two women. Hell, the way he was fucking, he might be able to get a dozen chicks off before he came. He looked like a fucking machine.
His body ran with rivers of sweat now. His face was frozen into a sneer, both evil and sexy at the same time.
Manna felt herself wilting inside. That guy was hung like a stallion and fucked like a rabbit. He was tireless. He'd gotten the other girl off twice and was working on a third time.
The blonde teenager began squeezing and stroking over her pussy lips. Her oily cunt lips were rigid with the excited blood pounding into them. She stroked and tweaked them the best she could. The only thing missing was a round, hard cock driving up into her cunt.
She let out a piteous moan, then bit her lip. It wouldn't do to let them know she was peeping. Not that any tiny noise was likely to be heard. They were too wrapped up in fucking to notice anything like that.
The young college student rammed three fingers into her tight cunt. She felt her young muscles tighten around her hand. She wished she could have rammed her entire fist up into her cunt. Maybe that would relieve the intense sexual pressures in her young, trembling body.
She blinked sweat from her eyes and heard the philosophy professor saying, "My cock feels like it will explode. My cum is too good for such a floppy, loose cunt."
"Fuck me," the coed moaned over and over. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
"No!"
He arched his back and slammed his prick forward, but not in the girl's cunt. The spying girl saw the man grinding his balls and cock into the matted tangle of her pussy hair. His prick exploded and creamed out over the girl's heaving belly.
From her position outside the house, Manna saw everything. The man's orgasm was a big one. His face went rigid and his body began to go berserk. His hips blurred as he fucked himself into the sopping mat of pussy fur.
The spying blonde teenager's fingers worked in and out of her pussy as fast as she could drive them. Her hand was cramping but she ignored the pain. Her cunt needed his attention. She watched as the fucking couple rocked through another come, then she closed her eyes and imagined the man crouching between her split legs, his cock dancing around the entrance of her cunt. Then it plunged deep into her, dipping in and out until she was pushed over the brink of orgasm.
Manna came.
Her head buzzed and the world spun around her. Then Manna was panting, the cool wind drying the sweat from her well-formed tits. She knew it wasn't the best come possible, but it took the edge off her gnawing need for Dr. Nathaniel.
Her fingers weren't anywhere near as good as the man's cock would be, but they'd have to do. For the time being, they'd have to do.