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Stuck Between a Black Rock and a Hard Man {darkest_fate&LRDGRat}

Jamal was going to push her today. This was going to be their first time and he needed her fully committed. Once she was...familiar with him and how he did things, then the foreplay and dirty talk could factor in. But for all he knew, she would back out after today and he'd never see her again. Naked, at least.

He moaned softly as she settled between his legs and started to give him the attention his cock craved so much. He watched her pale, white hands wrap around his dark shaft, her lips open and her mouth start sucking and licking his length. "Mhm, thats it Harley...show me a good time...suck that cock...get it nice and wet..." He murmurs down to her, parting his legs a little more to give her even more access to him.

Jamal was a man. A simple handjob or blowjob was never going to get him off. Now...a proper blowjob, wet and sloppy that would leave her with lock-haw for a week would get him to cum alright. But the real secret to getting him off? Ass or pussy. He didn't care which, as long as it involved fucking, he would always cum. A pussy or ass was always tight around his shaft, giving him the right sort of pleasure to make him cum.
 
Clearly he was enjoying himself. Harlow got that loud and clear, both from the pulsing meat between her lips and from his almost purred words. She looked up at him as he spoke, trying to see just how pleased he was. Was he ready to cum? Because by now, most guys were. She just didn't quite get what she was doing wrong here and, despite herself, it was starting to bug her. Not that she really wanted to please Anderson, but... this felt almost like when she knew exactly how to make a piece but couldn't convince someone that she was doing a great job. Her brows furrowed, and she shifted again.

Fine. She'd just have to really go at it then. Harlow adjusted her grip, holding the cock steady. Her head lurched forward, testing to see how many inches she could get before gagging. A good handful went into her mouth, perhaps four or five, give or take, before she started to feel it. Throat contorting, Harlow pulled back, hand still stroking, working. She gathered up her leaked spittle and drool and used it to anoint his cock, making it shimmer and shine. The artist in her started to come out, and she almost seemed to be sculpting it, working her wet hands around, massaging the cock. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips about it again.

This time, instead of diving, Harlow started to bob. She took a handful of inches, the head and then some, and just ran it up and down her mouth. Hair swung as she built a steady rhythm. One hand braced against his hips, while the other gave swirling strokes to his cock, matching the movements of her mouth. She'd delve down, squeeze his cock, tighten her lips, and work her way up. Constant pressure, going faster and faster, really working him. Her tongue flitted out, trying to work over. After several long seconds, she dared look up, lips still tight about his cock, hand still working him while she bobbed, watching closely. He had to be getting closer by now, surely.
 
"Mhm, thats more like it." He coo's down to her. Something seemed to have triggered in her. But this was exactly what he had been trying to get her to do. He was no muppet, no wimpy kid. He was a man. He needed it strong and firm. His shaft shone with her spittle as she started to go to town on him. Her fist worked around his shaft in time with her head bobbing up and down on his shaft. On occasion, he could feel the tightness of her throat constricting around the head of his cock.

His eyes met hers as she looked up. He reached out, resting a heavy hand on the back of her head. "Thats more like it..." He moans again. "...you've graduated from High School head to College head. And trust me, you'll be getting plenty more practice at this...if you really think you can handle it." He grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Now...take a deep breath..." He says, giving her a few moments to do so before pushing her head down onto his cock.

He pressed the back of her head as he pressed his hips up, pressing his cock into her throat, feeling her fighting against the intrusion as was her natural reaction. "Breath through your nose and relax....you're not choking...you're not suffocating...well, maybe you are choking, but try to suppress it." He encourages her, feeling her saliva dripping down onto his balls. "You learn to deepthroat a cock like man, you'll have every man wrapped around your finger in no time!"
 
Exactly! Harlow almost let out a little cry of triumph as she had him moaning. she could feel him hardening around her mouth too, further proof that she was doing a good job at what she was working at. She kept up the bobbing, her excitement at nailing this adding to her motions, making her move smoother, faster.

A hand on her head made her pause though. Her brow furrowed a bit in confusion, head tilting slightly. Okay, so she was doing a good job; she got that. But what---why was he telling her to--oh no! Harlow's eyes went wide and she tried shaking her head slightly, making a little moan of protest, trying to form a word around a mouthful of dick. It was all in vain, as she found her head being pulled forward. Several inches slid in without any problem, gliding past her lips and pushing through her mouth: after all, she'd been frantically bobbing just moments before.

However, he'd find Harlow gagging after about five or six inches. Spittle flew out from around her mouth, splattering his hairless groin and lower half. Her hands were gripping tightly to his hips, no teasing or anything, but almost clinging to them for dear life. Her eyes were still wide as she tried desperately to keep from gagging or choking... tried and mostly failed. Her throat convulsed around his head as he pushed forward, a spurt of drool shooting out. She saw it through watering eyes, slapping against his cock. Words drew her attention away from it, looking up at him. Instructions came and she frantically tried to follow, if only so she didn't end up vomiting on his cock or blacking out. She could suck in air, but soon she found herself hurking again. A little bit of spit seemed to ooze out, and she felt it leaking around her mouth at least.

Suppress, yeah, like that was possible. She shifted her grip, trying to work her throat muscles, frantically swallowing and mostly just finding herself gagging against his cock. Harlow definitely hadn't been prepared for this, and it was showing... big time.
 
Jamal moaned even as she struggled. He liked tight fits and her throat was certainly one of them. After what seemed like an impossible long time, he relaxed his hips, pulling her head up off his cock. He tilted her head up to him and leaned forward. "Good girl." He moaned softly down to her, leaning in to kiss her sloppy lips, licking his tongue around them before pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply then, not giving her much time to recover. Then he pulled away.

He pulled his shirt off then, tossing it to the side. The bottom edge had gotten wet with her saliva and his pants had pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, sitting there butt naked in all his glory. His cock and balls were covered in her saliva but he did not seem bothered by it at all.

"Now., I think its time you took those pants and anything else you've got on off." He says, settling back on the sofa to watch her do so.
 
Air! Sweet air! Harlow gulped it, feeling some saliva still clinging from her lips to the shimmering cock below. Her stunned mouth barely moved as he started kissing her, not showing quite the enthusiasm or energy from before. In fact, her jaw had started to ache and she was feeling rather dizzy. Having his lips stealing her air made her moan, going slightly limp. Harlow didn't quite realize it, but the rough handling of her mouth and throat had drained a good deal of the fight from her, made her more... complacent, easy to move around, to go along.

Which is why she didn't immediately freak out or start running as he tossed off his shirt. Her eyes raked his body, noting its hardness, its strength, how the color made him look rather impressive. Her artist's eye took in the chiseled abs, the well formed shape, even his almost perfect, dark coloration. He really did look amazing, particularly for a man of his age. Aesthetically really pleasing, and Harlow was starting to get why so many of her classmates had not-so-secret crushes on him. They didn't even get to see his cock, which would probably have half the females on campus dropping to their knees in an instant.

The command caught her attention, and she looked back to him. She realized that her plan had failed: he hadn't cum. If anything, she'd just made him harder. Harlow hesitated then, chewing her lip, trying to think of a way out of this. "You---You sure you don't just want me to finish?" she asked, her voice raspy from its recent workout. She gestured toward his cock. "I mean, you didn't cum or anything..." okay, that might've been a bit too out there. Maybe she should claim that she was scared? Part of her actually was: he'd felt fucking huge in her throat. How would something like that feel if he tried to cram it up her sex? Harlow understood that it would fit, eventually, but by stretching her the fuck out.

Fuck, she wouldn't be able to fuck Ryder again for at least a few days...
 
Jamal chuckled. "Your boyfriend must be a bit of derp, huh?" He responds, shaking his head. He moved a hand to start massaging his balls while the other started to slowly jerk his cock, keeping him nice and hard. "I'll cum, don't you worry about that. You do want that grade, right?" He quirks a brow at her, knowing that she certainly did and that she had already crossed a line she could not step back across at this stage.

"Now, take of those pants and panties and step over her for a ride you'll never forget." He settles back, presenting his cock towards her a little to let her know exactly what he wanted from her. He had quickly found that letting a girls first time with be with her on top, with her in control, was a better way for her to get adjusted to his size. Any other position, and he always ended up going in too deep or too hard too quickly.
 
The comment had Harlow flushing, and she fought the urge to make a retaliatory comment. The last thing she wanted to do was piss him off, particularly now. She looked away for a few moments as he insisted he'd cum, only to bob her head: yes, she wanted the grade. And it looked like she was at least going to get that. Ryder had better be absolutely fucking thrilled, and probably ready with an ice pack and some massaging, because Harlow had a feeling that the blowjob was a preview for the main event. Her sex was already clenching up, and she didn't want to think about how she could feel that slight tingling.

Licking her lips, she reached down and unbuttoned the pants. It took some work shimmying them off: she had to sway from side to side, almost peeling the fabric from her body. She actually peeled some of the lacy black thong (which barely covered anything) with it, showing some of the ruffs of her dirty blonde pubic hair. She paused, readjusting that before pulling her pants the rest of the way off. They went on over her sneakers, leaving her standing there in the shoes, socks, and a thong pantie, her hand running along it, as if ti were a protective shield. She licked her lips again, shifting.

"Like the view?" she tried, figuring that maybe she could tease a little more. He had to be close. So if she just... played with him? Taunted? Teased? She was tempted to try and just start stroking him, figuring that maybe the view of her slender, naked frame would be enough. She did have that almost even, sunkissed coloration (nude tanning) going for her, with a taut belly and smooth legs. Harlow fought the urge to shiver, mentally telling herself to just get over there and possibly get it over with, but her gaze was locked on that ten inch cock like it was a fucking weapon of mass destruction... because for Harlow, it probably would be.
 
Jamal watched her shimmy and wondered how that motion would feel with his cock buried inside of her. His eyes roamed over her lower half now and bobbed his head, jerking his cock a little faster as she teased in front of him. "I certainly do..." He murmurs, nodding his head appreciatively. He licked his lips and slid down a little more on the sofa, spreading his legs wide. It would give her a nice solid base to mount to, with room for her legs to either side of his hips.

"Now...on or off...my cock needs to be buried in you. I'll let you be on top to start things out...but these next few moments were really show to me just how badly you want that grade for your boyfriend." He responds. How her boyfriend would be able to fuck her after this was beyond him. What was that saying...once you go black, you don't go back? He had run into some of his former students after they had graduated and yeah, they had certainly gotten back in touch with him....in their apartments, hotel, or friends home...as his memory was still fresh in their minds.
 
This was going to happen. Harlow had stalled for as long as she could, and if she didn't want to utterly ruin their grades and their chances of ever actually blackmailing their professor, she had to do it. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, and she couldn't help thinking that this might be the scariest thing she'd ever had to do. The bulky professor was making it abundantly clear: climb up here, skewer yourself on my big, black cock, or things will go poorly. Worse, she could tell that her stalling had probably just lowered the grade she'd actually be earning for this, which hit the part of her that really wanted to just do well. She wasn't quite a people pleaser, but she was big into being her best self, and her best self would...

...would fuck him well? Ugh, this was so messed up.

"Oh, I want the grade," Harlow insisted, almost too quickly. She took a few steps forward, "I just---figured that it would be all the sweeter if we waited a bit, you know? Built tension?" she bit her lip, closing the last few feet, coming within range. Harlow stared down, seeing the throbbing cock sticking there, jutting out proudly, all but calling to her, demanding that she climb atop it and offer herself. The position made it look all the bigger, and she almost couldn't see how that would fit inside her. He'd be practically fucking her belly button. Harlow licked her lips, shifting herself toward it.

Wait! She had one more potential stall! Practically sighing with relief, Harlow finished climbing up there. She positioned herself between his legs, but instead of just mounting up, she slid her pantie clad sex down along him. His cock did push past her belly button, and she held it there, stroking it. Smiling up at Anderson, acting like this was all part of the big-lead up instead of Harlow's last ditch attempt not to turn into a white shishkabob on black dick, she rolled her hips, grinding down against him. Shifting, she peeled the pantie to the side, letting her bared nether lips kiss his cock. Harlow shifted again, rolling her hips, dragging up and down on him, teasing, letting him feel her sex all around. She kept herself balanced, muscles undulating as she worked, trying once more to get him to just... cum and end this already.

Because of course this big, black man was going to just cum once and be done...
 
Jamal watched her approach, panties still on. There was something kinky about partially clothed sex, of course. He wasn't aiming at destroying her panties though. How would her boyfriend react to finding them cumstained? He smiled at the thought and removed his hands from himself as she straddled his hips. He traced his hands up her legs, up and down, and then up her sides to her breasts once more as she started to grind on his shaft.

"Tension, eh? So there isn't already enough tension between a student who has a boyfriend wanting to fuck her married teacher? You must be into some really kinky stuff if you're not feeling that much tension, eh?" He chuckles, staring down as she parted her panties to rub her bared pussy along his shaft, coating it with her juices, mixing with her saliva.

"Maybe I've read you wrong and you want me to fuck you in the ass instead?" He muses aloud, hands groping her breasts once more, tugging on her hardened nipples. "That would certainly be a first for me...fucking a girl in the ass before her pussy. Is that what you want?" He slapped his hand across her breasts. "Or would you prefer my cock in your cunt? Show me which one you want..."
 
Trailing hands nearly make Harlow shiver. Part of her just wanted to confess then and there; She wasn't interested, she didn't care about Ryder's grade, this was all a ruse. But she really couldn't, not having come this far already. Plus she could actually feel her lower half getting a little warm and tingling itself. Her lips weren't just dryly kissing him: little trails of wet were starting to form where she shifted her hips. Her nipples had been at attention since he'd started playing with them, and now they seemed to almost strain further, more pleasure and blood pumping into them.

"That's... not the kind of tension I meant," she mumbled, flushing. She definitely didn't want to think about doing things kinkier than this. This already felt so out there; fucking her married, older, black teacher in a lounge. Every bit of it felt dirty and out there. Of course Harlow knew about fetishes, but none of them really sounded all that appealing to her. The most wild things she'd done was sneaking in some fucking in semi-public places like bathrooms, and a few times prodding her butt during masturbation or sex.

As if picking up on that, Anderson's question comes out. Harlow's eyes go wide: she could barely get her finger in there. An entire, thick, black, cock? No way. That would just---it would utterly shred her! And he started teasing her chest again, making her cry out, hips jerking toward him. She felt the blood pumping toward her chest, nipples surging, sending more signals of arousal pulsing right back. "N--No, pussy's---" she started, pausing as he gave her another slap to cry out. Getting the hint, Harlow raised her hips. She kept the thong askew and lined herself up. The tight, snug lips of her sex kissed his domed head. Harlow raised her hands to grip Anderson's shoulders, holding herself in place.

Gently, slowly, Harlow let herself sink down. She felt her lips parting, her body stretching around him. The domed head started to disappear up her white body, and she let out a little moan. She'd barely put any of him in and already she felt full as fuck. Her hands clenched as she shifted, trying to work more in, but it felt so incredibly tight, her lower half clenching hard about him. She hadn't even fully gotten the head of his cock in, and already she seemed to have slowed.
 
Jamal seemed to have found the right button there. She kept the panties pulled to the side and then guided the head of his cock into her. He let out a soft little moan as her tight little pussy squeezed down around his thick cock. He was clearly a lot bigger than her boyfriend, but then again he had come to expect that with his affairs.

"Mhm...now we're moving in the right direction." He murmurs, enjoying watching his dark cock slipping into her pink pussy. He slid his hands down to her hips and pressed down, foprcing her to take another inch before relaxing his press on her. "Its best to work yourself up and down, taking more and more in. Doing it slowly like this hurts more..." He adds, hands moving back to caress her breasts. One hand then reached up to the back of her head, pulling her down to his mouth,

"And you're not stopping until I'm all the way in." He finishes, pressing his lips to hers again, shoving his tongue past her lips and into her mouth.
 
That direction seemed to involve stabbing thick black cock inside her tight white pussy. Harlow could feel her body stretching, interior walls contorting about him. Flesh parted before flesh, velvet threatening to crush him. Muscles clenched tight, squeezing, milking the invader, like they could snap the head of his dick completely off. Each inch pushed through rough ground, bought it with stretching and a slight pain...

...a tug, and Harlow let out a sharp gasp, air almost driven out of her by the sharp insertion. She felt her eyes watering slightly, that full feeling stabbing some pain into her while her body adjusted to his new, larger size. She looked up at him as he gave his suggestion. Clearly she was not his first. Nodding, she readjusted, grabbing onto him once more. Slender hips start rising and falling, the girl gliding herself up and down his shaft. She can feel him starting to force his way in, each movement pulling a fraction of thick dick further into tight sex. She kept bobbing as best she could, bouncing slightly on his cock, legs shivering with effort.

"All the wa--" Harlow began, only to find her lips seized. Her legs trembled at the liplock, a good inch of cock sinking into her. Harlow screamed into the kiss, pulling at Anderson, body rolling, trying to adjust. She rocked her hips back and forth, bobbing at him like she had with her upper lips. But Harlow, on her own, was still staying at an almost flat six, perhaps seven inches.. That felt full to her, like he was hitting every part of her, and there wasn't more room to go. She did, dimly, biologically, know better, but her instincts were ingrained: this should be enough.

Unknowingly, Harlow was telegraphing precisely Ryder's size with each bounce, each time she stopped at just that spot, each time she didn't seem quite willing or able to push another inch inside.
 
Jamal held his hips steady as the girl started to bob up and down on his thick pole. He could feel the tenseness in her body and smiled against her as he kissed her. Then she started to bounce up and down and he felt more and more of his cock entering her, stretching her, pushing its way deeper and deeper into her. He moaned at her tightness as it enveloped more and more of his cock, leaning his head away from hers to allow them both to breath.

"Mhm...fuck yeah...thats more like it, Harley...." He moans, watching her pussy sliding up and down on his shaft, but there were still a few inches to go. "...you're getting there...such a good girl..." He murmurs, reaching up to caress the side of her face with one large hand as he rested the other on her hip. "I know you can do it...go all the way...do you need me to help you?" He speaks softly, slowly starting to move his hips beneath her, working just that little bit more of his cock into her with the motion.
 
As soon as she could, Harlow sucked air. She needed it to gasp and moan as she kept working her sex up and down the thick cock. Her inner muscles continually squeezed him, their tightness remaining even around his thick cock. Walls stretched ever so slightly, and most of the pain had faded into just that sensation of pressure, pressure and pleasure intermingling. The heat grew, drawing moisture as it went, hugging the invading member all the more. Harlow could almost feel the veins of the thick juicy cock pulsing against her sensitive inner walls.

The comments had her flushing. "I'm... trying," she said, still somewhat out of breath. She took another deep one, trying to roll her hips. She just felt so.. full. Looking down, Harlow saw that several more inches of cock still extended downward, that she was only a little past the halfway point. She bit her lip again, then licked it, trying to roll her hips. No matter what she seemed to do, she just couldn't quite go past that mark. Too much training and he was just filling her so much.

"If you want all of it, I think you're going to have to...' she admitted, flushing again. She tried rolling her hips to shift herself down, but she bought only a fraction of an inch, a barely perceptible distance from the outside, though it felt like she'd just jammed so much more cock inside her. Harlow moaned, shivering, rolling her body yet again, swearing that she could almost see his cock bulging out her flat stomach from below.
 
Jamal loved the way she moved her body, rolling against him, trying to get more and more of his cock into her. She was a nice, tight fit and he would love destroying her to the point where she wouldn't want to sleep with her boyfriend anymore. And if her pussy was the tight, her ass would be even better. He refrained from pushing up into her every time she tried to sink further down onto him until she gave him permission.

"Mhm....good girl....this will hurt but once you get over the pain, well, you'll never want to feel anything but my cock again." He murmurs, moving both hands to her hips. This time when he pressed down on them, he thrust up. He was gentle, of course, and timed his motions with hers, so as she was pressing down on him, he was thrusting up into her. He felt himself stretch her even more, feeling himself starting to break past parts of her that had never felt a cock before.

"Fuck yeah...keep going...you're doing it...you're taking my cock inside of you..."
 
God, she felt full, fuller than she'd ever felt. His cock just kept stretching her, and it seemed like there was more and more cock and less and less Harlow to get into. She fought the urge to whimper or protest, or to outright ask the question that had been bothering her for minutes now: how had he not cum already? She tried rocking her hips, squeezing internal muscles, rolling, but nothing seemed to do anything besides sink her lower and make his dick pulse inside her.

The bit about not wanting to feel anything else had her looking up at him, blue eyes going wide. That did sound like it was probably just dirty talk, but, well, Harlow had heard what everyone said about black cock. Plus there was the very real fact that his cock was very big and right inside her about now. She tensed as hands touched her hips, taking another deep breath. He pulled down, and she let out a shuddering cry, feeling another inch of thick, hard cock stretching into her. poor Ryder wouldn't ever feel quite the same in Harlow, as her sex now stretched beyond the point of his usual bottoming out.

Harlow let out several heavy breaths, grabbing hold of him. "It's never been this deep!" she confessed, almost breathless. The pressure was translating more and more into pleasure. She could feel her walls convulsing around him, her sex seemingly thrilled to have this much cock inside her. She took another shuddering breath, shifting. There shouldn't be that much cock left. Taking a deep breath, she tried sliding herself down, pushing. The pressure grew intense, stars almost swimming in her vision as she let out another sharp cry...

...and bought herself perhaps half an inch. Panting, Harlow clung to him. Clearly it would take him using quite a bit of force if he wanted to bottom out within her, and that had been his stated goal.
 
Jamal switched tactics. He started to thrust up and down into her, holding her hips in place, pushing down on them every time he thrust up. Instead of pausing between thrusts, he started to fuck her from beneath her. He could feel her pussy lubricating his shaft more and more, and now that he was fucking her harder and faster, the lubrication was spreading. Every few thrusts he would push up even harder as he pushed down on her, forcing her deeper onto his cock.

Slowly, she began to 'loosen' just enough around him to allow that deeper penetration. Slowly but steadily, he was pushing deeper and deeper into her. Until finally, he thrust his full thick length into her tight pussy and held her there, his hips thrust upwards, hands pushing down on her hips. His legs were braced, muscles tensed, as he lifted his hips and kept them off the sofa. "There it is!" He moans, feeling every inch of his engorged cock being squeezed by her pussy.

Slowly, he lowered his hips, along with her, until he was back to sitting down, with his full length embedded into her. "Doesn't that feel good?" He murmurs, sliding his hands up to fondle her breasts again.
 
"ahaaa," breathed Harlow. The constant friction drew more and more heat between her legs. She felt her sex almost leaking upon him, the arousal meeting natural lubricant as her body worked to make what was happening to her smoother, easier to bear. Walls went from being mostly slick to being almost soaked, because that constant, sawing friction was taking her entire insides with each thrust. She could almost feel him rubbing her whole sex, pushing up and down, grinding against her tight walls. Speed meant constant attention, constant heat, and it was way deeper and way fuller then she'd ever felt before. A different sort of tension started forming in her lower belly, coiling tight, making her almost nervous with how quickly it had formed.

More and more. She could feel him pushing against her, then suddenly, she felt her hips hitting something. "So deep!" she moaned, clinging to him and taking several sucking breaths. "God, I can feel it in my chest," she moaned, shivering, knowing that might just be her arousal. Pleasure had started to bubble up from within. It drew her walls tighter, made her sex dance and milk him all about.

'Feels really full,' she reiterated, shuffling again. Harlow tentatively raised her hips, feeling a little cock sliding along her tight walls again. The friction in deep, untouched areas made her moan, hips dropping almost immediately. Of course, that meant his domed head knocked against her insides, making her let out another little noise of pleasure. "It's like you're touching everywhere inside me,' she mumbled, shifting, trying to find a "comfortable" position and mostly just pushing cock around her tight pussy.
 
"Mhm." He responds, letting her explore the sensation of being filled by his big, black cock. He enjoyed the way she moved about, pressing on different spots of his cock. This was the period of awe and arousal, where the pain was replaced by pleasure, where a sense of accomplishment could fill a girl for being able to take such a big cock with out it splitting her wide open.

"Doesn't that feel good?" He murmurs, feeling his thighs and balls growing sticky with the arousal leaking from her pussy. "When you're ready, I want you to fuck me. Nice and hard...as hard as you want it. I want to feel your pussy cum all over my cock, and I want you to keep going, until you make me cum too." He twisted at her nipples and leaned in to kiss her once more.

He pulled back a few moments later. "Or is my cock too much for you to handle?"
 
That fullness was really turning fast into arousal. Every bit of him just hit all her spots at once. The good spots, the great spots, the spots she hadn't even thought about. All of them had thick, hard cock pressed against them, filling her and threatening to overfill her at any moment. No matter how she wiggled, and she tried, she just kept feeling it. Her sex squeezed against him, trembling, continually massaging and milking as it adjusted, stretching to properly fit.

"Mhm," she had to admit, head bobbing. Little bits of girlish arousal were definitely showing, and she could feel it. The next had her looking up at him. Really? Fuck him hard? She almost whimpered at that. IT was taking all she could just to sit there and let his cock fill her. Plus he seemed determined to have them both cum, which wasn't always Harlow's experience, even with Ryder.... wait, he thought she'd cum before him?

"H--How have you not cum yet?" she finally blurted. Then, realizing it, she held a hand up, flushing. "I mean--it's just---usually guys---my boyfriend," she flailed for a few moments, shifting again, feeling him moving. She didn't quite want to say it, but she knew his last question, meant to be a tease, was actually dangerously close to reality: it really was too much for her to handle.
 
Jamal chuckled. "You want to talk about your boyfriend while you have another mans cock buried to the hilt in your cunt?" He laughed again and gave her a jolt, thrusting his hips up to impale her even more on his cock for a brief second or too. "But you've already answered your own question...key word being BOY...do I look - or feel - like a boy to you?" He chuckled again again and raised both hands to slap down on her ass.

"I can feel how wet you've gotten just from having me in you." He bumped his hips up again, to reinforce the point. "And the way you've been moaning...I'd be surprised if you didn't cum from riding me like this. And, well, the best way to make me cum is to let me fuck your ass or pussy." He slapped her ass again, with both hands then put them back on her breasts, knowing how much she liked it like that.

"In fact, every time we meet...I expect us both to cum...at least a few times...before we're satisfied. And that sounds like its a lot more than what happens between you and your BOYfriend. Now, lets see if I'm right?"
 
Great, Harlow could almost see poor Ryder's grade dropping then and there. She hadn't quite meant it like that: she was just, letting her nerves and panic well up. It wasn't like she'd ever had a guy get this far inside her, particularly not---oh crap! Her eyes widened as she realized that she hadn't insisted on a condom! She was pretty sure she wasn't going to get any diseases, and this should be a safe day, but oh no, she really should've insisted. Now that he was inside her, there was just no way...

Her sex trembled at that, the walls squeezing him for just a moment, as if the fear... or excitement hit her. She couldn't very well say that she wasn't moaning or aroused; it showed literally all over. The slap made her yelp though, jerking along him. That meant practically shoving her chest into his hands, not that he seemed to complain, his own going to them almost immediately. Harlow had to bite down another moan, squirming at the sensation. This was just... totally unfair. He'd been fucking her for less than a few minutes, surely less than an hour, and he already knew just about every weakness.

and was saying they'd cum... a few times. "B--but what about class?" she pointed out, feeling a bit more panic. She couldn't very well fuck her professor in front of everyone. "And--and I cum with him! And he always cums...' once, and then usually goes into cuddling, sometimes goes down on her, or at least tries to make sure Harlow cums. It's just... it was easier for boys than girls. Or so she'd always thought. The way Anderson kept talking, she was seriously starting to wonder. Not helped by the fact that he was still impaling her, and she daren't move to try and feel anything right now.
 
Jamal chuckled again. "Oh, silly...I mean, if you want to fuck before class, I'm not going to say no....but I meant every time we meet like this...alone...to work on making that grade higher." Some moments he thought she wasn't so young, other times he realized she was really young. "And of course the guy cums...but I'd guess you've never had the sort of orgasm you'll have with me. If she came that easily, well, good for her - but he doubted she came every time with her boyfriend.

"Now....what did I say about that pretty mouth of yours and talking? My cock has been hard for some time now and it really wants to cum....so lets work on that, yeah? Trust me when I say you'll enjoy riding me as much as I enjoy it too!" He pinched her nipples again, giving them a firm tug before starting to thrust up from beneath her, encouraging her to start doing the same down onto his hard cock.
 
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