Manna Hancock moaned low as she felt his hand moving up the inside of her thigh. The way he gripped at her flesh made her insides quiver with lust. She knew the hand slowly groping for her blonde, fleecy pussy was only a taste of things to come.
She gently reached out and found Bert's hard-on. His cock bounced and bucked under her grip. His prick hardly seemed large enough to her after Dr. Nathaniel's, but the blonde teenager couldn't complain. She was horny and anything that eased the sexual tensions, had to be good.
"How's that, Manna?" he asked. "Do you like the way I'm stroking along your leg?"
"Hmmm, yes, it's fine. Real nice. But move your hand higher. Ummm, oh, God, yes, there! Feel how wet I am. Do something about it!"
She wished he'd get on with it. Foreplay was fine, but the longer it dragged on the more she thought about how he wasn't Dr. Nathaniel.
She felt a shiver pass the length of her body as she thought about how Dr. Nathaniel had abused her. She had been mad when he cut her loose and spanked her ass and told her not to come back. He had treated her like a little girl – after he had fucked her up the ass and cunt.
She tried to throw herself into the fucking with Bert to forget Dr. Nathaniel. But he wasn't dominant like the philosophy professor. His prick wasn't anywhere near as large. And he just couldn't fuck like Dr. Nathaniel.
"God, I love looking at you!" Bert exclaimed. "You're beautiful!"
Looking into his eyes, she saw he was being honest with her. There was no denying she was horny and that he was the solution for that condition. He might not be the best cocksman around, but he was better than most of those college men who thought they were such real studs.
Manna wondered what was wrong with her. She should have been so turned on by Bert that she virtually raped him. But she was holding back in spite of the intense sexual needs ravaging her pussy. Her cunt felt like it was ready to explode like an atomic bomb. And yet the blonde girl hardly wanted Bert touching her, especially there.
Her ass still burned with the memory of Dr. Nathaniel's cock in it. Her asshole tensed as Bert's hand drifted back there, then she relaxed. He wasn't going to fuck her up the shit chute like Roger had done.
Roger! She had thought of that evil man by his first name, like a lover and not someone who had tortured and raped and humiliated her.
All she wanted right now was to feel a cock on her blonde cunt. The hollowness between her legs caused by thinking of Dr. Nathaniel drove her insane with lust. It had been an eternity since she'd felt Dr. Nathaniel's rigid prick driving hard into her pussy. An eternity – since last night.
Twitching again and wiggling down a little on the hard bed, she let her legs drift wider to give Bert a better view.
"See anything you like?" she taunted.
"Damn straight!"
"I hope it is," she answered. She tugged at his prick and said, "Yeah, it's damned straight. And hard. And just a teeny bit cold. I know a nice, warm, damp place for it."
She pulled him hard enough to make him yelp, but he moved his prick, his lovely, steely-hard cock, and closer to her cunt.
She felt his cock bucking like a wild bronco in her grip. The guy was going to cream all over her like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. Ben was a sophomore, after all, and should have been in better control of himself. Like Dr. Nathaniel would have been.
Manna shivered. No mattered what happened, she kept thinking about the abuse the philosophy professor had given her. And how much she had gotten off on it. She doubted Bert would understand. He certainly wouldn't whip her or tie her up before fucking her. She knew him well enough for that.
This would have to be a straight, plain, ordinary fucking.
Manna sighed as he began exploring her lush body. His mouth closed on one upturned tit and he sucked hard. The pressure on her nipple sent a spike of joy into her chest. His tongue teased her nipple until it was a hard, red pebble of pulsating lust.
When he began nibbling on her tit, she abandoned herself to the feelings rampaging through her. Maybe she could get off on the way he was sucking her tits, feeling her legs, pressing his hairy chest down into her softly yielding body.
She reached out and pulled his head down firmly into her tits. Bert got the message that she wanted more of his mouth all over her luscious tits. He began licking and kissing and lightly nipping at her tender flesh.
The rough wetness of his tongue sent shudders into her that pushed her slowly up the pinnacle toward orgasm. It wasn't like having a prick deep in her cunt – fucking her, pleasuring her, but it was better than nothing.
He rolled his tongue around in a broad circular pattern. His tongue pressed the rock-hard nipple down into the firm flesh before starting a spiral down the slope of her tit. When he finally reached the base of the blonde teenager's tit, he buried his face in the deep canyon between those luscious mounds of titflesh. The motion of his tongue back and forth between her tits caused her breath to quicken.
Manna felt that Bert was inept as a lover. She'd thought he was pretty good until she'd found Dr. Nathaniel. That man stimulated her and made her come alive. But not this teenager – this child! She wanted and needed a man to command her, to dominate her, to make her feel like a real woman.
But still there was the aching emptiness between her thighs. A hand stroking her inner leg wasn't good enough. There had to be more. And that more was a cock.
She wiggled under him again and managed to position herself so her cunt was wide open.
He crushed down on top of her, his cock far away from her blood-engorged pussy lips so hungrily awaiting his prick.
"Go on, please, ohhh! Your tongue's nice but I want more! I want that gorgeous cock of yours. Now!"
He began working his way up her body like a snake slithering up a tree trunk. He kissed and licked his way until their mouths crushed together firmly.
By now, the girl was frantic with lust. She'd do anything to feel his cock driving hard and deep in her pussy. Her tongue stabbed out and into his mouth. Tongues meeting, they began rolling around in erotic acrobatics. She let her tongue glide back and forth over his to give him the idea of what she really wanted.
This didn't seem to spur him on. The blonde teenager began darting her tongue in and out of his mouth in a mock fucking that would surely give him the idea of what she so passionately needed from him.
Whether this did the trick or not, the blonde coed didn't know. All she cared about was the tremor passing into her gut when she felt the blunt nose of his prick pushing against her pussy lips. This was what she wanted. If he couldn't abuse her, whip her, spank her, this was exactly what she needed!
She tried hunching up to take his cock full length up her juicy, seething hot cunt? Somehow, Bert managed, to elude her. He was going to fuck her in his own way, at his own convenience.
No matter that she was being driven insane with lust, with need for his cock. He granted her only about an inch of pulsating prick. And it felt like heaven to her hungry cunt.
She squirmed back and forth savoring the inch of cock inside her cunt. It split her pussy lips apart far enough for her to feel, really feel, and cock. Using well-trained muscles, she clamped down on his shivering cock with those pussy lips. Her cunt was now a lewdly grinning mouth trying to swallow his prick whole.
A tiny whimper was all she heard from him. Manna couldn't speak because he had finally rammed his cock full length into her pussy. The cock buried in her steamy cunt bounced around like a thing gone insane.
The very motion of his prick against her delicate pussy walls was enough to make her groan with pleasure. It was so good having a prick in her cunt again. Now, if he'd only fuck her!
Bert moved his hips in a slow circle, grinding his crotch firmly against hers. She felt the juices oozing from her cunt and lubricating both their groins. A tiny trickle of the thick oil tormented her as it ran down the inside of her milky white leg. She remembered how Dr. Nathaniel had stuffed the candle up her cunt and lit it. This felt so much like hot candle wax against her flesh.
She had to have more to drive away the memories.
"Damn you, ohhh, damnit! Fuck me, will you? Get on with it and fuck me blind!"
"I… I'm trying to keep from blowing my wad. You're just too damned sexy, Manna."
She should have taken that as a compliment. Instead, it angered her. She wanted him fucking her, not trying to play games.
"Get it on, man, get it on! I need cock and lots of it – and I want it fucking me. Now, damn your eyes, now!"
He gritted his teeth and began a slow back-and-forth motion. The blonde screamed with joy as she felt his cock slipping from her cunt. The vacuum built up inside threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. The fit between her well-oiled cunt walls and his throbbing cock was better than any piston and chamber.
When just the head of his cock split her pussy lips, he started forward again. Manna shuddered in reaction. The tingles in her pussy became more intense. She knew that she'd soon be aflame with lust. There wouldn't be anything in the world to hold her back then.
As exciting as it was finally getting Bert's prick inside her cunt, Manna felt a curious split in her view of the scene. One side told her this was great; this was her body speaking.
The feel of his quivering cock drilling into her cunt set fire to her loins. She shivered, with lust. His bucking cock twisted around inside her tight cunt and sent lightning bolts of carnal electricity zinging along her nerves.
The other part screamed that something was lacking; this was her brain warning her.
Her body responded in the age-old manner of a woman being flicked by a man. She loved the sensation of his cock slipping back and forth in her seething hot cunt. But there had to be more. And, that more was what Dr. Nathaniel could give her. Manna wasn't emotionally wrapped up in this lovemaking like she had been with the philosophy professor. She felt neglected in spite of the youth's prick telling her the opposite.
She couldn't really respond to his rhythm. She just let him rock back and forth, fucking at his own speed. Her body was drenched with sweat. She responded instinctively, but her brain, separate and distinct, was wondering what was missing.
The only explanation she could come up with was that Bert was dreary. His fucking lacked excitement. Her body was all hot and ready for his cock but he failed to arouse her mentally. He was a bore. Sometimes, such as when they'd fucked on the roof, it was good with him. But more often than not, it was like it was now. Bert did nothing to bring out her hidden desires or arouse her innermost self. She was going to have to point him in a different direction or she'd be doomed to not only the missionary position with him but constant frustration as well.
Even if she got off, she'd feel robbed mentally. That was almost worse than not getting fucked at all.
"Bert darling, wait, please," she said, her hands pushing against his shoulders.
"Huh? What is it?"
He was confused. He'd been concentrating so hard on not coming that it took a second for him to readjust to anything other than the steady fucking he was giving her.
"Pull the bureau aver next to the bed."
"What the hell for? I'm fucking you and you want the Goddamn dresser next to the bed? What's with you, Manna?"
She felt his cock slowly deflating inside her cunt. He hadn't come. This distraction had robbed him of his hard-on.
"I want to watch us fuck in the mirror. I want to see what it's like if I could get up and watch – and still have your cock fucking me!"
"That's sick." He sounded disgusted.
"No, it's not. I think it's wonderful. You can look, too. Imagine the sight of your prick spreading my pussy lips and digging in deep up my cunt. Wouldn't you like to see that? And do it at the same time?"
"No. Besides, it's too dark in here."
"So we turn on the lights. You don't think I'm ugly, do you?" She smiled and reached down between his thighs. Gripping his limp cock, she began massaging it until he had a burgeoning hard-on again. His cock was throbbing with renewed lust for her. She knew he'd do what she wanted. He desired her more than anything else in the world.
He'd want to please her. If, for nothing else, just to get his rocks off in her cunt.
"Damnit," Bert snarled. "Okay, I'll drag the motherfuckin thing over here so you can watch. Like being in a damned porno movie." He grunted as he pulled the heavy dresser closer to the bed. Under his breath he kept up a steady stream of curses. He was obviously not enthused with this new idea of Manna's.
She came up with the damnedest things at times. He wondered what went on in that pretty blonde head of hers. Actually wanting to watch! And to have the lights on, too. He was worn out trying to think of new ways of fucking to keep her amused.
He thought fucking was something better done in bed with the lights off. "There. Satisfied?"
"No," Manna said, smiling. "My poor little cunt doesn't have your huge cock in it any more. Come on and stick it back in. And then fuck me, fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before!"
This time his entry into her pussy was faster, harder. It jolted her and rattled her teeth. This was more like it. She wanted it rough, quick, as brutal as he could give it to her.
Even better, she had a perfect view of everything going on in bed. Her snowy white legs were spread wide. She saw his fierce red cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips. As his cock disappeared into her cunt, she felt the broad head pushing apart her cunt walls. The sight, the feel, those were a double turn on for her!
"Yesssss," she hissed from between clenched teeth. "That's it. Let me have your cock, all of it!"
He fucked her as good as he could.
Watching in the mirror gave her as big a thrill as actually feeling his cock pistoning back and forth, fucking her with rutting strokes so totally different from his usual fucking. She had the mental stimulation that had been lacking before.
Her body sang a song of lust, of carnal joy.
And the blonde teenager watched everything Bert was doing to her.
She saw herself lifting her hips off the bed to meet his inward stroke. The way her cunt lips parted, grinning obscenely and sucking in his cock, made her breath come faster.
As it did, she watched her tits rising and falling. They bounced around like succulent jello on a plate. Her hard red nipples were cherries just waiting to be popped into an eager mouth.
When he actually began sucking on her tits again, she was close to her orgasm. The wetness of his mouth all over her tits added to the feelings damming up in her tender young body. The gentle sensations seeping down into her chest from his mouthings collided with the liquid fire she seemed to breathe.
It mixed and produced intense excitement. But this was nothing compared to the wild fires it lit in her belly, in her cunt. The long prick fucking her had finally brought out her deepest hidden desires.
The way his cock stretched her virgin-tight cunt made her certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin. He'd never fucked like this before. Maybe she should have gotten him mad at her before. She didn't care. He was really drilling his prick into her, their crotches meeting with wet, slushy sounds every time he plunged into her cunt.
And she watched it all. She saw her ass tensing and rising off the bed to meet his thrust. His balls bouncing around to slap wetly against her ass was almost worth everything.
"That's it, that's ittttt!" she shrieked. Her body thrashed around on the bed, pinioned by the throbbing spike of his cock up her cunt. The way his mouth moved relentlessly all over her tits told her he was nearing his orgasm. It wouldn't be long.
Manna came with all the power of an avalanche smashing down a mountainside. She could barely focus her eyes on the mirror to watch his cock reaming out her cunt. Then she closed her eyes and shrieked, "Aieeeeee!"
Her entire body tensed with the rigid muscle-lock of orgasm. It was the release, both emotional and physical, that the young college student had craved so.
As she drifted down from her sexual high, Manna felt his cock bucking and dancing wildly inside her cunt. The warmth of his jism pushed her desires back up the slopes toward another climax but she never arrived.
Bert was fucked out before she could get off again. He kept his prick inside her. Manna felt it slowly growing as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti. Still inside her wet cunt, it might as well have been as thick as that spaghetti.
Manna realized how unsatisfied she actually was with her climax. Something deep inside the blonde teenager told her it would have been better with Dr. Nathaniel.
He knew how to pleasure a woman. He knew what she wanted – and what she could never put into words to tell another man.
Manna felt herself being drawn irresistibly back to the sadistic philosophy professor. Her cunt was already drooling at the prospect.