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his cock slid out, leaving Missy’s pussy wide and empty. She heard him
stroke his wet dick a few times, and then he pushed her harder against the
desk. He pressed the head of his dick against her ass and, leaning forward,
guided the swollen tip past her reflexive, resisting entrance.
    The pain was intense.
    “Ohhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhh,” Missy moaned, not expecting
Stephen’s cock to feel even bigger. It seemed like he was shoving his entire
hand against her tiny ass.
    Stephen held still and left the tip in. Missy could feel his
pulse.
    “Now you really have to relax,” he moaned into her neck.
“It’s going to be alright. It’s going to feel good. Just let loose. Let the
entire area go. Let it all go.”
    Missy struggled to accept more of his dick. She felt another
inch slide in and there was a new kind of heat building, a new thrill as
he penetrated her. In short, quick spasms she started to relax the muscles that
were trying to expel Stephen’s glorious cock.
    Why push it out, she asked herself, when it feels so good?
She concentrated completely on accepting his dick. Welcoming it. Worshipping
its massive thickness. And, all of a sudden, she felt what it was like to
release her ass and allow something in. It was, in a word, magnificent. Missy
was flooded with complete bliss as Stephen buried himself. His cock felt like
it was butting against her spine, it was so far in, and there must have been a
million nerve endings all alive and ravaged with excitement.
    “Ohhhhhhh yes,” Missy mumbled. “So good. Please, coach,
more. It’s so good.”
    “See?” Stephen said. “Just like that.”
    He slid his cock out halfway and guided it back in. Missy
felt pure and total stimulation. She slid a hand down to her clit and started
massaging it between two fingers. She pressed her cheek to the desk and closed
her eyes. Her tits slid against the slick wood and her nipples sent shockwaves
along her torso.
    Stephen grabbed her ass and spread it wide, slamming his
cock deep and hard with Missy so clearly lost in the throes of ecstasy. He
pounded into her with all his might. Missy heard the desk screeching along the
floor but barely paid any attention. Her feet were flopping in the air, her ass
impaled on Stephen’s dick, and she had not a care in the world outside of
working her clit until that glorious, mind-blowing orgasm hit. It was building.
A river of heat deep in her pussy, filled and fueled by the cock pounding her
ass. Her breath started to catch in her throat. Muscles in her pussy and
abdomen were racked with tremors, and then, blissfully, finally, it all came
crashing down in one beautiful instant.
    Missy came. She came hard. She bucked against Stephen,
lifting her entire upper body off the desk and then flopping down. She screamed
out noises that she’d never heard escape her throat before. She buried her
fingers deep in her pussy and held them there, feeling herself grip down on her
hand and clench repeatedly. Everything was wet. She must have been gushing
rivers of liquid that now ran down her thighs and wrist. Tears flowed from her
eyes and her vision went blurry.
    Stephen was gasping and his fingernails raked Missy’s ass so
hard she cried out even more – the delicious pain amplified her orgasm and had
her bucking and writhing nearly nonstop. She was possessed with cumming and
feared, somewhere deep inside, that she might never regain full consciousness.
She’d just fade off into a perpetual orgasm-induced coma, and she’d be okay
with that, really, because it felt so very perfect.
    Stephen rammed his cock home one more time and stopped,
bending himself over Missy so he could kiss her neck, mouth, and all around her
wet eyes. He was just so delicious , his mouth salty and probing and
soft.
    “I need to cum,” he whispered. “Final lesson. Where do you
want it?”
    “I want to taste it,” Missy said. “I want it in my mouth. I
want to swallow.”
    She was dizzy and half-conscious. She’d never taken a