"Let's go into the study," Paul suggested dryly, leaving his finger lodged in the crack of her ass to feel the swaying movement of her flesh as she walked. The smooth cheeks rubbed pleasingly on his finger, while he supported one of the globes in the palm of his hand. This girl is really solid, he decided. Nicely balanced ass too.
"Ooooowwww," the girl purred with delight when his finger poked into her anus. It encouraged him to force his way deeper into the tight passage and she smiled approvingly, walking now on toes.
Somehow the whole thing seemed aimless, Paul thought, as they entered the study. He really didn't have any desire for sex tonight, he realized. But it seemed like the only thing to do a few minutes ago. Something to take his mind off… Penny! He finally admitted the cause of that ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't stop thinking about Penny.
"Take off the dress," Paul stated without emotion.
Roni slipped out of the white dress, letting it fall at her feet, while she stared with wide, expectant eyes and found herself breathing faster from the excitement of it. The ebony figure seemed to tingle with anticipation. Her firm, conical breasts heaved gently, their protruding nipples quivering, as she watched Paul saunter over to the liquor cabinet for a drink. She found herself nodding when Paul asked if she'd like a little Scotch.
Just staring at this naked girl with such a beautiful figure was a pleasure, Paul thought to himself. The kind of pleasure a man might get from viewing a fine statue. And even though he handed her a drink, he did little else to put her at ease or suggest a more comfortable position. He let her stand in the middle of the room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while he devoured her body with his eyes.
"Let's see you turn slowly, Roni," he said, resting his buttocks on the edge of a table.
Roni obeyed, nervously turning in place for her teacher to see all that she had. And dying at the thought that he might not like something about her.
"How long has it been since you've had a man?" Paul asked when she completed the turn.
"Over a month," Roni gasped, a twitching sensation between her legs at the thought. Just the prospect of possibly filling that cavity with the cock of her teacher sent a fresh flow of girl-flux oozing down her legs. She didn't touch the drink she was holding until Paul looked away. But then she emptied the glass in one quick swallow.
There was a moment of indecision while Paul considered what it was that he wanted. If anything. He was tempted to end the performance and send the girl back to her friends, but decided to take a moment to feel her shapely body before sending her away. He signaled for her to step closer, which she did quickly. Then he ran his hands from her shoulders down to her pear-shaped tits, feeling the shapes, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them gently. Still keeping one tit in a firm grip with his left hand, he ran his right hand down her flat stomach, combed his fingers through the tangled black patch of hair and slid his hand between her legs.
Roni released the deep breath she was holding and swayed from the building fury that was coming to a climax inside her. Should she dare let herself go, she wondered. Come on his hand?
The thought was overpowering. Come! the word rang in her head. Come… come… COME! And she gushed with juices from her head to her cunt, squeezing her legs together to trap his hand, while she grabbed the hand squeezing her tit to prevent it from leaving.
"Let's see how you suck it," Paul announced. And Roni went weak in the knee».
Being required to kneel at this time was a stroke of luck, she told herself, as she opened Paul's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Couldn't do anything else without fainting, she decided. Then her eyes fixed on the dangling pendulum. "Oh, Mr. Lagarde," she sighed, wide-eyed and thrilled at what she saw.
Paul's long, fat, spear-headed muscle was firming up, but not hard enough to rise. He grinned at her childlike amazement. Too anxious, he thought when she grabbed it and immediately sipped the knob into her mouth.
"Mmmmm… I love it… I love it," Roni cooed between sucks and licks. And the rising prong drove her into a wilder frenzy. She couldn't get enough of it. Wanted all of it in her mouth so she could swallow and have it slide all the way down her throat.
But for Paul, the urgency and the desire just wasn't there. Her thick lips swooping over his cock brought it to a standing position, without stirring that necessary hunger in him to want satisfaction. Watching her tongue slither hungrily over his cock and balls had about the same effect as a warm bath, he decided. Yet the girl seemed to be going out of her mind with enjoyment, so he allowed her to continue.
Roni hungrily devoured the salty male flesh that she wanted so badly, licking, sucking and chewing on it with growing urgency burning at the walls of her cunt. She tried to put out the fire between her legs by attacking the cock with her mouth, but the flames grew hotter. Then she ran her tongue over his wrinkled prunes and back to his asshole. There was a hint of encouragement from Paul when she touched it with her tongue, so she snaked into the opening in one deep plunge. Anything to make him happy. And when she withdrew her tongue from the heat of his body Paul grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to the spot. In an attempt to please him, she reamed the opening with her twisting, darting tongue. She was determined to have the big poker nestled in her longing cunt and if tonguing his asshole was the way to get it, she'd swoop out his insides, if it was necessary.
"That's enough," Paul said. "Now bend over that chair."
Roni thought the time had come. She stumbled to the arm of the chair, bent over to lift her ass high in the air, expecting the feel of his throbbing meat to burn into drooling sex. But instead his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass apart and she suddenly felt his wet tongue lick at her buttonhole.
"Ooooowwwww," she screeched breathlessly, never expecting that. The next minute his blunt instrument was forcing its way into the small opening. The whole thing came as a shock to her. It was boring up her insides, stinging, hurting, burning the walls of the tight channel. But she found herself bracing for the forceful plunge and actually pressing back on it for more.
The girl had managed to take Paul's mind off everything else, he realized. She simply enjoyed everything that was happening. The excitement was building in him from the realization that he couldn't discourage her. Pain didn't dampen her enthusiasm. Even when he pushed harder and faster, trying to make her cry with pain. But she met the rape of her asshole with a counterattack on his sword. Still he knew it hurt her. He could hear the muffled cries in her throat.
For the moment Paul was satisfied with the penetration and the feeling his throbbing meat experienced in the tight walls of her ass opening. Every muscle in that sleeve was squeezing his cock, trying to eject it. But he wasn't satisfied. He needed something more exciting to set him off. And only the knowledge of the pain she was experiencing seemed to tantalize him. He pressed harder, withdrew a little, then drove it back, harder and deeper. Always listening for a cry, a sound of anguish. But the only sounds were deep in her throat. Harder and harder he pumped the piston into her ass, spreading her cheeks farther apart with his hands and watching his white meat drive in and out of her black body. Watching the small ring of her anus squeezing his cock began to build the necessary spark in his balls.
"Ooohhhhh… man… I can't take no more," Roni finally cried and Paul was immediately at the peak of excitement. One fast pull and his cock popped out of its prison, causing Roni to scream from the suddenness. Then, without pausing, Paul shoved the spear into her unsuspecting cunt, driving it all the way in with a powerful plunge.