The Grade [M/F] [22y-46y] [con] [sex] (2/3)

[Part 1](https://redd.it/zn5gcx)

*May 22nd, 7:43pm*

She rode him with slow, deliberate motions, sometimes sliding her ass
up and down, stroking his cock with her slimy labia, other times
pressing down and gyrating her hips, churning his dick with her
pussy. It was a methodical, protracted sexual performance meant to
overwhelm, to completely nullify his efforts to maintain control.

“Hmph… ngh… hmph”

She slowly slid her hands down his arms and placed them on his chest,
pushing down for leverage as she started moving up and down with
increased vigour, sliding her slit along the entire length of his
pole. Her breasts were too small to sway in any meaningful way, but
instead jiggled in rhythm with her thrusts in an almost hypnotic
manner. He turned his head away, trying to focus on the dim numbers
glowing behind the plastic face of the alarm clock on the nightstand,
trying to somehow take his mind off the creature of sex atop of him.

He sensed her pause for a moment, feeling her reposition herself, feet
digging deep into the mattress on either side of his waist. The
pressure on his cock suddenly increased as she leaned forwards and
squatted on top of him, the walls of her vagina tightening around him.

“Nnnnnngh,” he groaned, as she resumed her motions, riding him
faster now, with renewed intensity. He grabbed her ankles, his hands
easily wrapping around their slim contour, bracing himself as she
started to twerk her hips.

Though he was still looking away he could nonetheless hear her ragged
breathing just above him. He tried to concentrate, an effort he
realized was fruitless once she started whispering obscenities into
his ear.

“Yeah, you like this? You like this?” she huskily began. “Your
student fucking you? Making you come against your will? You’re about
to spurt, aren’t you? Come on, give it to me, seed me, come on…”

He instinctively began to buck against her, driving himself even
deeper into her pussy, gritting his teeth as he desperately tried to
fight off his orgasm. She in turn accelerated her tempo, her ass
slapping against his thighs as she bounced up and down, the intense
effort she was making forming a thin veneer of sweat on her skin.

“Yeah, that’s it, come in my pussy, fill my womb, come on…”

His back suddenly arched with a powerful spasm, pushing his hips into
her groin, lifting her entire body, driving himself into her as hard
as he could.

“Take it! Take… it… auunnnngh!” he screamed.

Two… three… four times he furiously pumped his load, forcefully
gripping her ankles, holding her down, keeping the girl impaled as he
ejaculated deep inside her.

*May 22nd, 8:15pm*

As he began to relax he felt her lay on top of him, her damp breasts
pressed against his equally sweaty chest, her head nested on his
shoulder. He was still panting, but he could tell her breathing too
was ragged.

“Easiest B ever…” he heard her whisper.

His felt his shaft softening inside her, he had to act soon while
she was still near that edge.

“Huh?” she muttered, as he hugged her and lifted himself into a
sitting position. Feeling her legs becoming uncomfortably bent, she
stretched them out, spreading them apart. He in turn lowered his
hands, grabbing her hips and gently pushing her backwards in such a
way that she ended up leaning onto her elbows and wrapping her legs
around his waist for support.

He gently began rocking her back and forth, his cock hardening again
as it rubbed against her innards. She quickly realized he had now
control of her movements and was also fully exposed, her pale breasts
jutting upwards, swaying slightly as he eased in and out of her.

He took his time, setting a slow but at the same time urgent pace,
twisting his hips with each stroke, probing, exploring her inner
recess with each penetration of his shaft. Gripping her hip still with
one hand he slid the other up her side until he reached one of her
slippery tits and grabbed it, fondling the firm mound of flesh,
massaging the turgid nipple – now a hard, dark, nub – between his
fingers.

A weak gasp escaped her lips.

“Ngh.”

He let go of her, leaning back as he continued to fuck her with just
the gyration of his hips. He reached behind his back until he managed
to grab hold of her ankles and pulled them up as he shifted his legs
from below her into a kneeling position. With a firm grip he spread
her legs into a “V” shape, allowing him to pump into her with
increased vigour as she lay flat on her back.

Brow knit, eyes tightly closed, she bit her lip as she felt his dick
piston in and out. She never imagined he could just keep fucking her
after having exploded into her like he did, but his continued assault
was having a powerful effect on her as the wet sound of their sloppy
coitus echoed within the room. Instinctively, she began to respond,
each thrust now punctuated by an irrepressible groan.

“Uungh! Uungh!”

She stretched her arms outwards and clutched the bedsheets, fingers
digging deep into the lumps of fabric squeezed within her fists. He
released one of her legs, and she took the opportunity to press her
foot flat against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away. At the
same time she felt him shove something soft underneath her lower
back. The pillow raised her ass, allowing him to penetrate her more
deeply as he grabbed her ankle, pressed her foot against his mouth,
kissing her toes, and then again pushed, positioning her legs once
more to form a large “V”.

“It’s… ungh… deep…” she moaned, trying in vain to conceal
the growing urge within her.

He continued to fuck her without respite, their intermingled sweat
soaking the mattress, a mix of semen and pussy secretions snaking down
the crack of her ass, smearing her puckered anus, and dripping down
her back. She arched her body, feet tense, toes curling as she began
to lose control, at which point he decided to finally finish her off.

Without missing a beat he hooked her ankles on his shoulders and
leaned forwards, folding her in half and grabbing her arms, shoving
his member into her to the hilt, as deep as it could possibly go.

“Uuuuungh!” she gasped, suddenly opening her eyes only to find him
looming directly over her.

He began to fuck her deeply and forcefully, her entire frame violently
shaking as he pounded her, her feet dangling helplessly just behind his
ears, perfectly-pedicured toes bumping into each other each time he
slammed into her.

“No! Augh! Fuck! Fuck! Ngh!” she screamed, feeling her insides
swell as his cock ravaged her oily cunt. She let go of the sheet and
desperately grabbed his forearms, her nails digging into his biceps as
she looked him in the eyes, her wild expression a mix agony and
disbelief.

“Nnnnnnnggh! Nnnnnnnggh! Fuck!” she grunted, grimacing, her body
tensing in ecstasy, a powerful orgasm ripping through her.

He held her tightly, pushing down, crushing her breasts against her
knees, slim legs sandwiched between their bodies, her feet twisting
against the nape of his neck. She spasmed two times before he felt her
body soften, at which point he eased his grip and rolled over, lying
besides her, their chests heaving and panting in near unison.

“Told you I could tell,” he quietly remarked.

*May 22nd, 9:06pm*

“So, have you fucked any of your students before?”

She picked up a potato chip and held it for a moment, turning it
around, wondering whether its size required first biting in half, but
quickly deciding against it by engulfing the entire wafer in one go.

He took a sip of juice, pondering her question. They were both naked,
sitting on adjacent sides of his small dining table. The chairs were
cushioned, and so they were able to sit comfortably while eating
lightly-salted Lays and drinking Simply Orange.

“No, you’re the first,” he finally replied.

“You had to think about that.”

“I’ve been tempted before.”

Bach was still playing in the background, somewhat drowned out by the
sound of crisps being munched as they consumed the large bag.

“Never gave in, though? Not once?”

He sighed.

“There was one student, a few years ago… beautiful girl, terrible
at math…”

“Sounds familiar… was she Asian?”

“Uh, no, Iranian parents I think?”

“What was her name?”

He looked at her, unsure.

“Come on, you’re telling me this is where you draw the line?”

He sighed again.

“Parisa,” he said. “She was failing the course and came to my
office after finals asking to have her exam reviewed, a post-it note
with her phone number tucked between the pages.”

“That’s it?”

“She wore a miniskirt and kept dropping her pen… let’s just say
she was determined to give me an uncensored preview.”

“The slut!” she laughed. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, she didn’t pass, she obviously didn’t care about
the class and never really tried.”

“So you didn’t fuck her?”

“No, she only wanted…”

His voice trailed off as she slowly lifted a leg and gently pushed
her foot against his groin, rubbing the sole against his penis.

“But did you want to fuck her?”

She ran the bottom of her foot up and down his quickly-stiffening
shaft, wrapping her toes around the now-hardened head and rubbing them
against his frenulum. The French pedicure glistened as pre-cum began
to ooze over her nails.

“I did…” he replied, in a low voice, feeling her push his cock
against his body, smearing the incipient ejaculate over his stomach.

He leaned back on the chair, only for her to interrupt her
ministrations and stand up, taking her time approaching him. Putting
her hands on his shoulders she spread her legs and inched her body
against him, her ass now hovering above his fully erect member.

“You can call me Parisa if you want.”

She proceeded to sit and skewer herself on his cock, taking him deep
into her. He grasped the sides of the seat, his palms digging into the
cushion. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, churning his penis
within her pussy as she flexed her feet and then relaxed, an
undulating motion which continuously sheathed and unsheathed his dick,
her slimy labia coating it with a mix of grool and pre-cum.

She entwined her fingers behind his neck and gently pulled as she
leaned forward, pushing a breast against his mouth. He immediately
engulfed the firm mound, desperately suckling her as he forcefully
tongued her hardened nipple.

“Yeah, suck my tit, suck it hard,” she encouraged, as she lifted a
leg and planted her foot on the chair seat next to his thigh,
providing the necessary leverage to further drive her pounding. Her
slit narrowed in this new position, increasing the friction and
mercilessly rubbing against his manhood. He moaned into her flesh,
placing his hands on her hips but still allowing her free reign in
movement, unwilling to spoil the rhythm of her thrusts.

“Augh!” he gasped for air as his head snapped back during a
particularly violent bounce of her ass.

“Shhh,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as she
pulled him, “suck my other tit, that’s it, keep sucking while I fuck
you.”

He complied, completely lost in a haze of pheromones and sex, sucking,
groaning, copulating, moaning, all the while she kept whispering into
his ear.

“You want to seed me, don’t you? Spurt deep into my cunt, yes?”

He turned away from her tit, a thin strand of saliva dangling between
her freed nipple and his lower lip. He was breathing hard, beads of
sweat dotting his forehead, trying to hold back, trying to regain
control. She was having none of that as she placed her hands over his
cheeks, turning his face towards hers. He suddenly found himself lost
in her caramel, lust-filled eyes.

“You know I won’t stop, you might as well come now, come inside me
professor, come inside your student’s wet pussy…” she coaxed him,
accelerating the tempo of her bounce as she punctuated each word with
an increasingly violent downwards push.

“No… I… hmpgh!”

She smashed her lips against his, driving her tongue deep into him,
probing, licking, swirling, darting, a passionate, obscene first kiss
which finally triggered him. He gasped in her mouth as his body tensed
and he frantically gripped her waist, fingers digging deep into flesh,
pumping into her with abandon, seeking nothing more than to ejaculate
into this student who was riding him into oblivion.

“Fuck! Nggh! Fuck!” was all he could say, as he suddenly pulled her
down with all the strength he could muster, balls pressed against her
ass, impaling her to the very hilt of his exploding penis.

“Coming… nnnnnnnngh!”

She had eased by now, allowing him to have his way with her, feeling
his semen stream into her womb as she hugged him, sweetly kissing his
head, feeling him tremble while she finished emptying his testicles.

Sitting on the chair, tightly embracing each other, she wondered who
he had truly been fucking.

*May 22nd, 9:53pm*

After a few minutes she felt him stir, noticing to her amazement that
he was still hard inside her. He began to kiss her, one tit, then the
other, then slowly made his way up her chest, along her neck, until
he found her mouth and hungrily devoured it.

“Hold tight,” he murmured.

He stood up, palms planted underneath her ass cheeks, as she wrapped
her legs around his waist and tightly held on to his shoulders.

“Aaaugh!” she yelped, a mix of surprise and excitement as he began
to rock his hips, her small frame precariously shaking as he fucked
her standing up.

“Augh! Augh! Augh!” her high-pitched cries echoed through the
living room, as he then started to walk towards the couch, pausing at
every step to pump into her.

Once he reached the sofa he lifted her off his cock and, now
unplugged, caused a torrent of semen and cunt juices to flow out of
her fully-open twat.

In a manoeuvre only possible thanks to her petite size, he turned her
upside down in mid-air as he gently positioned her on her upper back,
but still upright so that her head was dangling from the edge of the
cushion while her legs remained high in the air. He stepped on the
couch, looming above her, feet planted to each side of her head in a
shallow squat, hooking her legs underneath his armpits, her anus
completely exposed, her wet, gaping cunt at his disposal.

He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her towards his hips as he thrust
his cock into her, sliding in with ease, her pussy lips caressing his
member as he penetrated her in any way she had never felt before.

“Uuuuuungh!” she moaned, as she desperately grabbed unto his
calves, bracing herself. It was a difficult position, and he knew she
wouldn’t be able to bear it for long.

His strokes were powerful, long and deliberate, ramming his cock in
and out with single-minded purpose. Her entire body shook as she
watched his member slide in and out, his balls dangling back and forth
above her face, a frothy mix of secretions dripping on her pale chest.

“Ungh! Agh! Aagh! Aaaagh!” her moans soon gave away to screams as
she rocked beneath him, unable to process the overwhelming sensations
which assaulted her senses.

He kept pistoning her at a slight angle from above, his erection
pressed against the rear of her vagina as it pushed up against the
fleshy canal. The wrinkly flower of her anus puckered and eased with
each thrust, beckoning, but though tempted he concentrated his efforts
on her slit, noting that her cries were ascending in pitch as her legs
began to flail, her toes rigidly fanning out from the tips of her
feet.

“Aaaaagh! Gnnnnnnn…”

She went silent, and Bach having concluded minutes before left only
the squishy sound of moist flesh grinding against moist flesh. He
couldn’t see her face, and for a moment he was unsure if he had
managed to break her.

The brief but forceful jet which drenched his balls allayed his doubts
as she squirted, betraying the powerful orgasm. She tensed, eased,
tensed, and finally eased once more, as he held her steady lest she
fall on the floor. She began to whimper, her body trembling as he
decoupled himself, gently laying her sideways on the couch. She
responded by pulling her legs towards her chest and curling herself
into a fetal position, her panting slowly subsiding though shaking
still.

He knelt down next to her, concerned. He noticed the red bow
crumpled at his feet as he proceeded to gently move aside the
dishevelled curtain of damp hair which concealed her features.

“Are you OK?” he worriedly asked.

Her face and her chest were soaked, dripping with the mixture of
secretions which had moments earlier erupted from her sex, spraying
down on her. She gave him a weak but sweet smile.

“I need a shower.”

*May 22nd, 10:38pm*

It was, interestingly enough, still a stalemate.

She had urged him to join her in the shower, and they had taken the
opportunity to chat while enjoying a much-needed cleansing.

“So yeah, everyone knows Marco Polo, but I’m telling you, Ibn
Battuta has him beat by about a factor of five…” she concluded,
squeezing a generous goop of shampoo from its bottle and plopping it
on her head.

“I can see why you studied history, you really know your
explorers.”

“Well, it’s OK, sometimes it does feel like I’m just regurgitating
stuff I’ve read, I guess that’s why physics seems so challenging,
there’s a lot more to figure out.”

He remained silent, unsure of where to take the conversation, and
deciding instead to admire the way in which her slender arms twisted
and turned as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“I like your nails,” he remarked, as a way to break the silence.

“You’d better!” she enthusiastically replied. “I spent seventy
bucks on these puppies at Tokyo Nails,” she explained, wiggling her
fingers and toes so as to emphasize her point. It was hypnotizing.

“I admit it though, I underestimated you,” she then pondered, as
the foamy crown on her head quickly dissolved under the pressure of
the hot water jet. He simply marvelled at her thick, black hair which
fell just below her shoulders, barely reaching the incipient curves of
her breasts, framing her pale countenance against its darkness.

“What?” she asked, unceremoniously lathering her buttocks.

“You are so beautiful,” he blurted without thinking, immediately
regretting it.

She stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. No one had ever said that
to her. No one had ever even said she was pretty.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, I’m still going to fuck that ‘A’
out of you,” she replied, nervously but with a wide grin on her
face. “Now turn around.”

He meekly complied, feeling her push the bar of soap against his back
and briskly rubbing it up and down. It felt wonderful.

“Now front.”

He turned around, and she proceeded to offer the same treatment
starting with his chest and working her way downwards. Unable to
resist he began to return the favour by soaping her front, gently
caressing her breasts as he did so, subsequently tracing the smooth
surface of her stomach until he reached her groin, creating a frothy
mix of suds and pubic hair before squeezing his slippery hand between
her thighs.

“Hey there,” she said playfully, “we’re not done yet you know.”

“Just being thorough,” he said.

“Besides, the sentiment is mutual,” he added, glancing down at the
soapy erection she had been discretely nursing for the last couple of
minutes.

“It’s called ‘hygiene’,” she countered, “look it u…”

She didn’t manage to finish the retort, as he suddenly pulled her
towards him, holding her tightly in a wet embrace, kissing her deeply
under the artificial rainfall.

[Part 3](https://redd.it/zn5ima)

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