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Linda awoke to the aroma of "Starbuck's" coffee. She had a dream that a biker gang had taken her forcibly, but thank heaven it was only a dream. She smiled, as her pussy was a little tender, after Professor Richard's wonderful assault with his immense cock.
A biker gang couldn't have done much more damage she thought. She sat up on the side of the bed and looked around. She then saw her panties on a lampshade where she had tossed them haphazardly. Slipping into her panties, she saw Richard's lavender long-sleeved shirt lying on an overstuffed chair next to the bed.
She picked it up and put it on. It was several sizes too large for her, however with her shapely legs and cute little panty covered butt, she looked very sexy. The shirt had the wonderful sent of Richard's body. Barefooted she walked into the front room, where he was sitting in a lazyboy recliner sipping a cup of coffee, grading papers and listening to Richard Elliot's latest jazz CD, "metroblue".
Richard was wearing a pair of jockey shorts and a light blue polo shirt, which accentuated his chest and massive arm muscles. In a weird contrast he had a pair of horned rim glasses sitting precariously on the end of his nose.
She had only seen him naked for a fleeting moment the night before, as her attention was on another very large part of his body, and she hadn't been aware of his arms being as big as there were. His biceps must have been eighteen inches around, possibly even more.
"That's a great stereo. I love smooth jazz. Who is that Boney James?"
No Richard Elliot. The stereo was a birthday present from my brother. We are very close."
"Do I get coffee too?" she asked acting as flirtatiously shy as she possible could, which wasn't easy dressed the way she was.
"Of course sweetie. Would you like me to get it for you? At dinner you had two sugars and a touch of cream ... correct?"
"Yes," she said smiling, thinking that he was the first man to ever notice anything about her other than her tits, pussy and ass.
"That's correct. But I can get the coffee later. Right now I think that I would like something else."
As she said the words, "something else", she slowly knelt in front of him holding his knees. When she was on the floor, she looked like parishioner kneeling at a church alters about to give thanks to God. Her thoughts were about as far from God as they could possibly be, however. She slowly moved his knees apart staring at the very large package he was unsuccessfully hiding in his jockey shorts.
As her hands gravitated toward his groin he said,
"Linda ... I have a lot of papers to grade ... and ... I ... don't ..."
"Richard," she said biting her lower lip, "I don't think 'The Hulk' wants you to grade papers right now. The hulk wants to be kissed and sucked and loved. You can grade papers later."
Linda took the papers from his hand and dropped them on the floor to her left. She then reached up and removed his glasses, and took the coffee cup from his other hand placing them on the oak table adjacent to his chair. As she moved between his muscular thighs, and began stroking his penis through his underpants, he moaned and laid his head back on the chair, closing his eyes.
Linda then pulled the front flap of his shorts open and took hold of his penis, which was beginning to get hard. She was almost afraid of it, due to its size. She hoped she would never be around when it became angry. With both hands she began a little physical dexterity pulling the skin over the head of the thick member.
He groaned loudly as her manipulations gained momentum, and she began jacking him off a little faster, occasionally kissing the tip of its gorgeous shiny head, when it came into view. She was now in control of this man, and he was at her mercy and trusting her to take care of his animal cravings.
Linda then grasp his cock as one might do grasping a rope in a tug of war, holding it tight with both hands. She leaned down and placed a long lingering wet kiss on the smooth head, her mouth covering his little cum hole. Richard made no sound, however flexed all the muscles in his body as Linda stretched her mouth over the head of his penis, and slowly began to suck. She secretly wondered if sucking him would stretch out her mouth, maybe giving her lips like Angelina Jolie?
She knew that her passion for this man was growing exponentially, and with his gentle ways, his calm endurance and his wonderful understand of almost everything, she might even be able to fall in love with him. Right now, however there were more immediate problems. His enormous penis was pressing on her tonsils, and her gag reflexes were about to come into play. Removing her mouth from his cock, she stood up then crawled into his lap. His cock was now pushing against her silk panties.
With her legs spread wide and on both sides of his, Linda reached down and pulled her panty crotch to the side, displaying her glistening pussy. As she carefully guided his bulky member into her vagina, they both groaned in unison knowing they would have relief when their dopamine neurotransmitters fired off with their orgasms.
She began to move her hips a little, her vagina dealing with the difficult task of enclosing his cock. It was almost analogous to pushing a square peg into a round hole. Actually more like pushing a tent pole into an ant hole. As she moved a little faster her natural juices, a mixture of, priydine, squalene, urea, water, and acetic acid, began to flow.
She was going to fuck him good. The feeling, of his penis inside her pussy was the best she had ever felt. Every centemeter of it was wedged forcibly against the walls of her tightly, stretched out vagina. She moved faster causing their level of pleasure to esculate. They were involved in a race that nither of them really wanted to win. They just wanted to finish eventually, but there was no hurry. Sometimes the best things in life take a little longer.
Richard opened the shirt she was wearing and took a suclent nipple into his mouth. He then grabbed her panty covered ass with both hands and shoved his butt up off the chair raming his penis deeper into her pussy. She became really wet and squirted her fluids all around his cock; her hands on his shoulders digging her nails into his flesh, and the pain caused him to bite her nipple. He felt her juices running down his balls onto the chair beneath them.
He had never had a student like Linda. She was very special, and very passionate. One might even say she was maniacal when it came to sex. At the very least she was excessively enthusiastic, and she sure loved to fuck. Linda was the one girl he had been in search of for years.
Running her hands, which had traces of his blood under her fingernails, through his salt and pepper hair, she was lost in his lovemaking and totally lost in her lust for him. She wondered why the feeling she craved so much was never really completely satisfied.
She could fuck all night and climax several times, but later on the yearning returned needing yet another fix. Junkies must have felt something similar, needing their drugs whenever their cravings became unbearable, like eating a large Chinese meal, and being hungry again an hour later.
She felt the dopamine rush. It was fantastic and she was going to cum. Her efforts had paid large dividends. Nothing should feel this good she thought as her pussy gushed more of her liquid on to his cock.
As soon as the feeling began to subside however, another started to build. She felt the man should be kept under lock and key; with her as the keeper of the key. He was shoving up under her, fucking her as hard as he could and she was concerned that she might pass out.
Linda slowly placed her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as he continued in a wild frenzy, pushing himself into the most precious opening of her body. Intermittently, as Richard continued she would feel a gush of totally uncontrolled orgasm, and just relax in her gratification, sucking on his neck and nibbling on his ear.
Richard was aware he appeared to be mentally disordered, his insane lust driving him on, and he could think of nothing at this point, other than cuming in Linda's tight little cunt. He was aware she had had several orgasms already, so he was unconcerned about her having another at the time. It was his turn now, and he was getting ready. A few more thrusts should do it he thought. As he began to cum, Linda held him tight knowing somehow, he needed her to hold him very close to her while he came.
At this point she felt like a plastic blow up doll. The only important part of her was her pussy, and it would be used as a temporary storage area for Richard's sperm. She had no strength to help him, and just allowed him to fuck her harder than anyone ever had before.
He was holding her so tight around her mid-section, that her ribs hurt. Although there was some pain, she enjoyed everything he was doing, and would allow him to use her whenever he needed her. This was the kind of "free for all" sex she had always wanted.
For a while they just sat there and held each other, like two teen-agers after a hot date at a drive in movie. She sat up in his lap as his cock, which had shrunk to almost a normal size, began to slip out of her pussy.
"Richard," she said with a large grin, perspiration running from her forehead down her classic Barbie nose, "I think I have earned that coffee now; don't you?"
"Coffee?" he said, "Sweetie you have earned a Ferrari."
"Then I owe you one too Professor."
