Introduction
Her pillowy ass cushioned my every thrust, but her ring was tight around my shaft as I shoved my way through...again. And again. She surprised me by how well she took it. I don't think she was lying about never doing it before; instead she finally seemed to listen and learn something from me.
Julia was short, well-rounded, and she had pretty large tits (and saggy for a twenty year old), certainly a D if not a double. She wasn't the sort that displayed her assets -- she usually wore oversized hoodies and flowing floor-length skirts, and I sensed that she didn't think she was terribly attractive. Okay, honestly, if you ask most college boys, she wasn't as attractive as most of the class. I didn't mind. Variety keeps life entertaining even if you don't like much spice. And her specialty among the variety in my life (and apparently hers) was that ass...even if she never knew it. My god hers was glorious.
I'm not huge, somewhat smaller than average, in fact, so actually getting between her ample ass cheeks and into her anus required some extra effort. She held her own cheeks open because my hands were too lubed up to do it. She even giggled a little as she reached back to help. I didn't mind the giggle; it was the first time she'd responded that morning with any note of positivity. When she arrived earlier, she simply scowled and grunted. And those grunts were far more interaction than she ever bothered offering up in my creative writing class. Many of them think they can skate through; some of the other professors even tell them my class is damn near an elective, and I guess they're not wrong, but I expect to be taken seriously...one way or another.
"Uhn....uhn.....uhn...." Her grunts started up again as I slowed my pace slightly and increased the force; I pounded with slow ferocity. I could only roll my hips back a little or my dick would pop out. I popped out a few times intentionally at the beginning just to make her endure opening up again. Good times. After the third time, she got the hang of pushing out a little, and, apparently, she managed to relax herself at least slightly. Still. My dick was getting all but crushed by her ass knot. The feeling of having that double circular muscle crush around the head of my dick, and then release slightly as I push my way through...oh......there's just nothing like it. Stress and tension just float away.
As a side benefit, when I have a wayward young lady who's supposedly an adult and definitely old enough to know better than to waste my time and hers, but she still wants a passing grade, I make her pay for it...one way or another.
I paused my violent thrusts. After wiping the lube off of my hands and her ass, I swatted her hands away and gripped the flesh of her ass cheeks with clamp-like savagery. Her flesh became a ridge, a perfect set of handholds, and I gripped her hard enough to control her like a ventriloquist dummy. I pulled her cheeks apart and up while holding her legs against my desk. She reached forward to grab the other side of the desk as I stretched her open a bit more. I could feel her asshole constrict around my shaft even more as I began slowly rocking in and out again. Her hole gripped, but the lube allowed movement. She just moaned low like someone enduring the pain of a deep tissue massage, which, I guess, was exactly what she was doing.
I reached out with my fingers one at a time to grasp more ass flesh, and I tightened up those incredible pillows. Then I leaned forward a little more and slammed my dick back into her.
"GUNH!"
While definitely taking me seriously, she offered found no time for giggling. It likely occurred to her that she wouldn't be in this predicament if she'd taken me more seriously throughout the semester. But she was taking me seriously, now, and she did it without complaint, and that impressed me. My attitude toward her began to shift, but I still wondered just how much abuse she would take without starting up the whining or the crocodile tears...
Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail and hung down the light brown skin of her back. I think she was Samoan or some other sort of pacific islander, at least in part. Her hair was astonishingly beautiful. The ponytail jerked and spasmed with the rest of her every time I smashed my way through her asshole. My dick, hard as it was, felt almost crushed by her anus. Almost. It still felt magnificent. The hint of pain for me might even help hold off my orgasm for a while longer. Bonus!
I couldn't stop myself from murmuring, "...amazing."
"Huh?" She cocked her head to the side as I continued grinding my dick into her anus.
"I said amazing." I had to take a break to pant. I even stopped grinding my way into her to catch my breath. Hey, I'm a fat fuck minor-league college professor. I don't normally do any exercise at all...
"I'm impressed, Jules. You haven't complained even once. I mean, I have a relatively small dick, but if you were serious about not having done this before, you're quite a trooper."
She turned her head a little more. I could see the tear streak on her right cheek. "I, yeah. Never. Never would have, either, Professor. As for your dick," she paused to pant, "it's plenty big enough." What a sweet girl.
"Keep your ass where it is. I'm pulling your head up." I gripped her shoulder and pulled as she pushed up with her arms. There came a point where she just wouldn't bend back any more, but I could reach what I wanted even around my belly and her torso. "You've got some nice tits, you know..." I was wondering how she might react to that, and she didn't disappoint. Her pupils focused and sharpened, and she shot daggers at me from the corner of her eyes. She clearly took that as cruel teasing, but she still didn't actually complain.
Releasing her ass flesh pushed me back slightly, but I gripped her ponytail to keep leverage. I also grabbed her [nice] tit, and I pinched her nipple like a vice (holding it tight for good measure). My belly settled on the soft shelf of her ass and the muscles of her lower back. My dick was feeling fairly well crushed, even though it still felt fucking incredible, but a solid ten minutes had passed since we began, and it was high time to give her my all.
Her mouth opened when I banged into her again. Her eyes lost their focus as well as their indignance, and her grunts came back in earnest. I pounded into her as furiously and as solidly as I could manage while maintaining the pace. Every time I thrust into her, she grunted, and her eyes popped slightly. She started to fold backwards a little more. I kept fucking through that pillowy awesomeness and into that tight little shit slicer with the intensity of a drowning man gasping for air...as if my next breath could only come through assfucking. All the while she took the beating like a champ, and I even began to see some results. I saw her flush through her gorgeous skin, and I felt invincible... incredible... like a goddamn superhero. She was obviously building up to an orgasm.
I kept fucking. I mean, for me it was pretty much the head of my dick powering through her asshole over and over again, so I never wanted to stop, but if I could get it, I definitely wanted her to orgasm for me...on my cock...bent over my desk...an orgasm while I fuck her asshole. There's nothing more gratifying than an unwilling asshole forced to comply...and then it thoroughly enjoying its complicity.
...what a delightful girl!
Her grunts started rising in pitch with each thrust. Her eyes opened slightly more as her pitch rose, but her pupils refused to focus on anything. I felt her rocking her ass slightly back at me. She didn't move enough to dislodge my cock, but she certainly moved with the flow of my continued fuckery.
"Where's my cock, Julia?"
"It's...in my....ass..." I released her ponytail and viciously slapped her left ass pillow. She immediately added, "...Sir..." between her assfucked grunts. I then grabbed her shoulder and kept pulling back on her as I continued her fucking. As her soft grunts reached a wine-glass shattering high C, her ass pillows seemed to spread a bit more as her body pushed back into mine, and my dick pushed a little farther into her anus once again. And she gripped. Holy fuck did she grip.
"Uuuuuuuuuuh....." She let out the most delicious moan: Long. Slow. Wanting. Relieved.
That joyous groan became my new text notification.
I shoved into her and through her anal grip with all my might. Her eyes closed. Her cheeks grew damn near fire engine red. She gasped, and I realized she'd been holding her breath since she finished that lengthy and glorious moan. I leaned over her a little, my belly arching her back, and I pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her lovingly, and she responded with intense passion. I kept the kiss going as I sucked on her tongue, and her ass released its vice grip so I could continue her anal ravaging.
I kept my lips on hers, but I focused on fucking her butt, and she continued the passionate kissing. Like...she was kissing me back with romantic intent while I, her old and irritating writing professor, pretty much raped her ass. Assfucking the occasional arguably consenting coed was one of the better perks that came with my job, and moments like this, where one of them truly enjoys it, well, this was one of those profoundly enjoyable moments in my life.
Anyway, after another couple minutes of fucking her ass while she kissed me with devotion, my legs just wore out. Remember: I'm a fat fuck who hates exercise. By this point I knew she'd be compliant with no questions asked, so I thought I might mess with her a bit more. I slowly withdrew from her anal ring with an inaudible pop, I released her tit and shoulder, and I fell into my office chair. She relaxed her body until she lay face down on the desk, and I smacked her ass once more with vigor. This was supposed to be a punishment for her, after all...
She lifted her head to look at me questioningly from the corner of her eyes, and I just mumbled "...on your knees, sweetheart," as I slid forward in my chair and spread my legs. Without a word she pushed herself upright and onto her feet. Even with how much I had exhausted her, she never broke eye contact as she slowly turned her plush body around to face me, and then, just as slowly, she sank to her knees while placing her hands on my legs to support herself. She glanced down at my cock covered in lube and ass-slime, and she raised a hesitant eyebrow before looking back up into my eyes with a look of pleading combined with resignation to her fate.
I broke into a half smile and pulled my right-hand drawer open. Her eyes glanced to my right, and she relaxed every tense muscle in her body as she saw the array of wipes, moist towlettes, paper towels, actual towels, and even a few light scents.
"Clean it well; I'm shoving it in your mouth soon."
Her relaxed muscles actually turned into a chortle as she rolled her eyes in relief. She reached for some cleaning wipes and murmured, "I thought you were going to make me clean it with my mouth..."
