Fuck jenni in the cunt
From Create Your Own Story
Jenni was definitely a virgin. Her body doesnt know what to do- but yours does. Her little breasts flop up and down rhythmically inside her blouse as you pound into her- keeping her wedged between desk and chair- arms back, hips pulled up into you. You go deeper and deeper. Looking down at her, Jenni's head is still rolled back toward you- but now her eyes are closed. You tentacle tongue waves just an inch above her face on its way down to slapping at her breasts- and perhaps she feels its heat and motion- because her tongue instinctively begins to reach out for it- quavering and dripping and licking in the air.
You accept the unconscious offer and plunge your tongue deep into her throat- fucking and thrusting down as far as you can. Jenni gags- but closes her mouth and sucks on it- her pursed and pale lips collecting saliva which rolls off her face as your tonguedick slids in and out of her mouth with increasing rapidity. It feels so good to be in her from both ends- you keep stretching tighter and tighter- pushing further- wishing you could somehow meet in the middle- your tongue and dick wrapping about themselves somewhere in her innards while she came compulsively.
But it is not to be. Her arched back, pale shiny throat bulged rippling stuffed with your dick- the blue eyes staring up at you- its too much and you cum explosively- waves of it slapping the back of her uterus and pumping down her throat and mouth as your tongue flaps wildly and exracts itself- popping from her mouth and arcing cum through the air- splattering and hanging off bookspines and shelf ledges.
She pants inaudibly over the desk- head finally lowered- convulsing- pints of cum pouring from her mouth, covering the desktop and coating all her books and papers, her phone. Jenni's wretchings are mute and surreal. She, yourself, and the chair are sealed together with cum.
You feel a stirring in your dick. It is still hard, and still so deep in her- and even as she gags your cum out onto the desk her vagina spasms periodically, grasping your tentacle. This calls for more. You let her arms go for just a second, (one set of your arms still holding her ass tight onto your dick) reach down, and snap the back of the chair off and set it aside. (hopefully nobody downstair hears the crack). Now her back is against your belly and you grab her arms again and lift her up into the air. Holding her in front of you, her back to your chest, you walk backwards down the narrow row of books, holding her up and thrusting quickly into her as you move. The squelching noises get louder. She is getting very wet and you leaving a trail of fluids down the aisle.
Jenni pants silently, watching her desk and the little green lamp receed. Once a scene of peace, now the chair lies broken, her books are in disarray, everything covered with cum, her skirt in a cum puddle under the desk, cum tendrils hanging off the bookshelves. The front of her shirt is soaked.
Right as you succeed in backing out out the aisle into the library proper there is a massive thunderclap and a blinding bolt of lightening visible through the skylight. Suddenly the lights go out, plunging the building, (indeed the whole campus) into darkness. Luckily you can see in the dark. You slowly walk around the entire top floor in the pitch black, holding jenni out before you and fucking her very very hard. She is loosening up alot. Her tongue starts to hang out of one side of her mouth a little, and she is beginning to aid you a bit, bouncing off your penis with each thrust. One of her pigtails has come loose from the back of her head rubbing against your chest. The occasional lightening burst illuminates you strolling slowly through the dark past the rows of books, the little blonde girl held out before you, impaled on your dick, all her limbs hanging loose but her ass working hard against your pelvis, her tounge wagging, hair damp with sweat as she humps up and down, grinding.
The thunder peals are receding and the rain has softened when suddenly you hear a sharp bang echo up through the atrium, followed by a curse. It sounds like a young female. You had forgotten about the other student.
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