Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Jasmines entire body shivered with anticipation as soon as she recognised that the Professor was going to give her what she craved, what she needed so desperately that her sex was aching to be filled. She froze when he neared her, his hand trailing over her body and down the center of her spine as he walked behind her. Her eyes jumped between the watching his rock hard cock to the look of scolding lust in his own eyes. Licking her lips she imagined tasting him...running her tongue up the length of his shaft, flicking over the bulging veins. She wondered how long he would let her tease him before he had enough and a flood of warmth seeped from her tingling slit at the arousing thought. When his fingers slipped between her legs and started exploring her, she arched her back with pleasure, tilting her backside up just enough to present herself for his caress. She started a little when she felt him teasing and poking at her small puckered hole, but the Ko leaf and the womens preparations ensured she was open to almost anything that added to the burning blanket of desire encompassing the entire hut. A high pitched mewl of raw need escaped between Jasmines lips when she felt the Professors cock kissing at the entrance of her swollen pussy. The first long slow thrust into her twitching depths was so good that it almost had her falling straight into an orgasm even more intense that the last one he had gifted her. Surrounding them were the sounds and scents of passion, couples and even threesomes in various positions, all of them focused completely on the pleasure of whoever they were sharing the evening with. Her gaze caught on the chief, still sitting by the wall at the moment, though he was slowly stroking his own cock while enjoying the banquet of decadence laid out as though for his personal pleasure until he was joined by two young women that were intent to take a more active role with him. When the Professor pressed her shoulders down, forcing her forehead to the mat and angling her just enough that his cock hit a sweet spot deep inside her hidden core, Jasmine's mind no longer cared who and what everyone around them were doing. Whimpering, her pussy clamped tightly around his cock, she was overwhelmed with each hard, pounding thrust. She felt all her muscles tightening, her body trembling with a sense of blazing euphoria that seemed just out of reach. Jasmine could feel that the Professor was starting to loose a little of his usual control, his thrusts become harder and more aggressive. She could feel him penetrating her faster and deeper, stretching her soft folds around the thick girth of his shaft, his arrowed tip rubbing over nerves buried deep inside her that sent flares of fiery pleasure storming through her body. Trembling, her nails clawing at the soft mat beneath them, Jaz suddenly fell into a mind numbing ocean of pure bliss. Drowning in wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, her mind and body completely lost in sensations as her sex fisted tightly, pulsating around his cock over and over. Oh gods yesss!! Oh my...Professor...so good!! babbling nonsense, she rocked back and forth, slamming her hips back to meet the Professors strokes even as her legs were shaking so much she could barely keep her ass up for him. Her eyes closed and she reached between her legs with trembling fingers, she could hear him growling, his hands gripping her hips so tight she knew there would be bruises come morning. She didnt care, she just wanted, needed to feel the Professors cum. She felt his cock swelling and flexing deep inside her...he hammered his hips back and forth like a piston a few more times, almost sending her off the mat and then let out a roar of pure pleasure that made her heart stop and her pussy pulse with pleasure a few more times. With one more long slow stroke out and in, the Professor lowered them to the mat, twisting them onto their sides as they both fought to catch their breaths and calm the spasms still tingling throughout their bodies. Laying in the Professors arms, her breath caressing his upper arm with her head cradled on his shoulder. A soft groan escaped her when she felt him tilt his hips, shifting within her. She should get up and think about everything that had happened, but she was so relaxed and she was just too damn comfortable. If the Professor wanted to...than she would but until then she wasnt moving a single muscle.