“Bad line,” he admonished her, then slapped her clit with the head and her hips jerked and a jolt of pleasure went through her, Jesus, he was hard! “But can’t say it’s not true.”
He pushed his wide bulbous head through her lips, then pressed it to her pussy which was still open from having three of his fingers inside it.
“Baby, with a dick like that you can be as cocky as you want to be,” she ran her tongue over her lips. “I can’t wait to taste it.”
“Sorry, I’m a lot closer to these lips,” he pushed his tip into her and she grunted as her lips were forced to spread around him.
“Even better I’ll be able to taste my cunt at the same time.” She replied, loving the look of lust on his face her words inspired.
“I think I remember you saying you didn’t want this to be easy,” Tristan thrust his hips, plowing his lengthy cock deep inside her.
“Fuck!” Miranda shouted, then clapped her hand over her mouth.
Tristan eased back, then thrust into her again and her eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of her head as his immense cock exploded her long neglected cunt wide open.
He grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted them, pushing them back so her knees were over her breasts and proceeded to fuck her fast and hard, causing her to yelp into her hand.
He went even harder, and Miranda went down flat on her back both hands now over her mouth as she cried out into them at the end of each thrust. Her eyes rolled as he took her, his big hard cock driving into her like a fleshy battering ram.
Between his size and the force behind his thrusts, it was uncomfortable. Going from no sex to this cock being forced into her tight cunt was the difference between movies and reality.
As she lay like a limp ragdoll on the desk with Tristan having his way with her, he wondered if he were tearing into her because she was older and had made comments she wasn’t a little girl.
She doubted there was a girl his age who could easily take this pounding from a cock this big with no issue. He had to go easy with them, at least at first. Miranda wasn’t getting that courtesy and Tristan was taken full advantage of not having to hold back.
Tristan shifted his grip to her ankles, and lifting her legs, placed her feet on his shoulders. He leaned forward so the length of her legs pressed into his chest and stomach and wrapped his arms around her thighs.
He continued his hardcore fucking of her, his cock pummeling her tight still quivering cunt. Miranda released her mouth, slapping her hands down on the desk and gripping the edges of it, squeezing until her knuckles turned white as she endured what at this point seemed more an assault than a fucking.
But at the same time, she was loving every second of it.
Being taken by a boy half her age this good looking. By a cock nothing short of magnificent, a cock that could shame many of the porn stars out there. The pleasure of being pounded by hard young flesh.
Even going back to her college days, she had never been this completely full. Her cunt stretched to the limit and subjected to a relentless assault from someone not just half her age, but strong and eager to give her what she needed.
The urgency with which he fucked her had Miranda convinced he hadn’t been just talking, he had wanted her before. She could feel it in the power of his thrusts, the look of lust in his eyes as he took her.
Even the way he’d gone down on her, showing off, striving to please her and looking damn proud of himself after he’d made her come. Miranda’s thoughts, coupled with slowly becoming accustomed to his size and power, had her pain decreasing and her pleasure on the rise.
She was getting even wetter around him, and she lifted her head to watch his long glistening shaft plunder her. Her clit, swollen and visible beneath its hood, throbbed with renewed need.
The sight of him splitting her pink flesh, her long legs in the air, her feet encased in her porn star shoes over his head. The muscles flexing in his chest and his arms as they held her thighs.
Miranda’s sharp yips she had forced to try to hold back were becoming whimpers and soft moans of pleasure as with each stroke she seemed to be getting more used to him.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Just keep fucking, take your slutty professor, show her how bad you want that A!”
Her words spurred him to hammer into her harder and she groaned as the growing force in his thrusts set her back in getting used to him. Her cunt already ached, but goddamn it was a good pain, and she wasn’t going to tell him to slow down of go easy.
She wanted this, no, needed it so badly she was breaking her job’s and her own code of ethics, and on that note risking her career for this. There was no way she was going to back down and get anything less than having the havoc wreaked on her cunt that Tristan was capable of.
“That’s it!” she hissed. “Work for that grade! Make me feel how bad you need it”!
“Your class, your rules,” Tristan breathed, then dropped his hand from her thigh, his fingers finding her once again ready clit.
“Fuck yeah!” Miranda called out as he rubbed her clit side to side.
His tough was as rough as his fucking, working her clit side to side, while pressing hard into it. He released her other leg, and leaning over, grabbed her right breast. He squeezed it hard enough to make her release a sharp breath, but her other response was to grip her left nipples and twist it between her fingers.
Tristan leaning over had pushed her legs back further and she was now starting up at her red toes protruding from her shoes as he bent her back with his weight against her legs.
His cock was now driving even deeper into her prone pussy and she yelped repeatedly as he hammered into her hard enough to make his heavy balls slap against her ass.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she yipped as despite having come only a few minutes ago she could feel her body already gathering for another release.
Tristan worked her clit in a manner that bordered on violent, his thick fingers pushing into her while shaking side to side, his fingers slapping the slips of her pussy. She was going to feel every second of this tomorrow but knew she wouldn’t regret one ache or pain from it.
“Keep going!” she urged. “Make your teacher come on that big cock! Right here on my desk! Making me squeal like one of those little coeds you fuck.”
“No,” he whispered, his eyes fixed between her legs. “Can’t fuck them like this, goddamn little princesses, but you can take it, you’re a real woman!”
“Yeah I am, and that’s a real fucking cock that I’m going to drain as many times as I can suck you hard!”
“W… wow,” Tristan momentarily lost his air of confidence and she pressed on.
“You think you’re getting an A to fuck me once? Baby, I am going to fuck you until your balls hurt and you don’t have a drop to give me! I’m going to… Fuck!”