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The young college student shivered and began swaying from side to side. This drove the man's cock into her cunt at an entirely different angle. As he pulled her up, his cock rubbed first one side, and then the other of her well-oiled pussy. She loved it. She needed more.

The blonde teenager loved the promise of falling, falling with the man's prick still actively fucking her to climax.

"Oh, Bert, Bert! Fuck me good! Th-th-this is super!"

"I knew you'd get off on it," he gasped. The man's hands turned slippery. He was sweaty and hot even though the cool night breeze caressed his broad chest and rested icy fingers on his back.

She wiggled her ass against the rough stone building. Even this sharp, searing pain gave her a new and totally different thrill. His cock gave the ultimate in human pleasure. The pain gave her something to compare that ecstasy to.

Her body went berserk with orgasm. She screamed and thrashed around in the other student's grip as best she could. Falling. She could fall to her death at any instant. Or be discovered. The security cops walked the grounds at night. What would they think of seeing her stark naked, dangling over the edge of a building, a long, hard prick fucking her juicy little cunt?

She didn't even want to think about those things. They were in her blonde head, but it was her cunt that drew her undivided attention. The way the man's prick drove mercilessly into her gave a bliss she hadn't known for too long.

"Keep going, love, keep fucking my poor little cunt!"

Her only answer was a grunt from the straining man. He had braced his feet against the edge of the building. If he relaxed for a split second, they'd both hurtle to the hard ground three stories below.

His balls ached from the strain of the fucking. His belly muscles pulled taut and were beginning to complain from the unusual fucking position. His prick was being bent at an unnatural angle.

It may have been unusual for him to fuck downwards into a gripping, steamy cunt, but it was stimulating him to the breaking point. He barely kept his lead-heavy jism locked up in his balls.

Twisting to and from, he managed to fuck her cunt with every ounce of strength in his body. He lifted her up and drove his prick relentlessly into her pussy. Then he bounced up on his toes to make sure it was driven as far into her inner reaches as possible. This done, he simply relaxed and let gravity pull her body off his prick.

"Can't hang on much longer," he moaned. "You're pushing me outta control. God, gotta fuck you, fuck you good!"

He began pulling her body even more firmly into his. Their crotches ground together in a morass of lust. His bush mingled with hers, the cunt juice spilling out of her aroused pussy.

The tickle of her fuck fluids on his balls made them harden into a compact little bag that pained him. He fought back the burning tide of his cum. He wanted more of her pussy. He wanted to feel it massaging his entire buried length of needy prick. There was nothing in the whole world that mattered more to the college student in that instant.

He had to really get his rocks off.

Looking past her slender body, he saw the ground it was framed by her heaving tits. The big mountains of titflesh bounced around, giving the view an erotic aspect it wouldn't have otherwise had. The thick, red pointy tips of her nipples were erect and demanding. He wished he could reach down and take them between thumb and forefinger.

They'd feel bloated between his fingers but that wouldn't matter in the least to him. And the blonde teenager would get an added thrill from this attention.

But he needed his hands now on her upper arms for support. He couldn't hope to hold her aloft with just the belt around their middles.

He allowed his gaze to pass her mounds of succulent tit and go across her belly. It was concave with the strain of fucking. He imagined that his prick caused such a suction in her cunt that it pulled her belly down into her pussy.

But that was ridiculous. This was simply a reaction to the unique fucking position he'd gotten her into. The platinum triangle of her pussy mound was like an arrow pointing out the last bit of passion between them. His long, firm cock was driving forcefully between her pinkly scalloped pussy lips.

Those delicate flaps of aroused flesh were obscenely, wantonly kissing his cock. As if they were oral lips sucking his prick, he was pulled into the humid depths of her cunt.

He couldn't stand it any longer. His balls churned around until he thought he'd go crazy from holding back the fiery tide of his jism.

His cock gave a convulsive lurch, then spewed out lava-hot cum. He creamed in her cunt until he was milked dry. And the entire while, he was lifting and dropping her body around his prick. The heat, the clutching of her gooey cunt, the unusual position, all conspired against the blonde girl, too. As he spilled his jism, she came. Together, they twitched and ground their crotches together in a wild display of unbridled passion.

The young girl felt like she was falling and soaring at the same time. She forgot all her fear of high places. She was anchored to the world by this man's hard cock. And she was soaring on the gossamer wings of her orgasm.

Bert managed to pull her back over the edge of the building and softly kissed her. His lips were sweaty and hot and demanding as they crushed her.

Words weren't enough for Manna. The kiss told of mutual desires, their mutual enjoyment. But that wasn't enough. Not for her. She felt robbed, cheated of something she couldn't pin down.

Whatever she wanted out of men and fucking, Bert wasn't giving it to her.

CHAPTER TWO

Manna kept fidgeting throughout the philosophy class. She wasn't really all that interested in David Hume and whether or not anyone could be really sure if the sun would come up the next morning. The blonde teenager had other things on her mind – things not having to do with philosophy.

Manna couldn't keep her eyes off the professor. Dr. Nathaniel was in his early thirties, lean, sandy-haired and moved with sharp, quick, positive movements around the classroom. Nervous energy seemed to spark from him.

The coed couldn't help wondering what he would be like in bed. She thought it would be much the same. His movement would be sharp, positive. He'd know what he wanted to do and would make the woman do it. She shivered at the thought of feeling his undoubtedly huge prick surge into her cunt.

"Miss Hancock, if it isn't asking too much, stop daydreaming!"

The man's harsh words brought the young college student back to her senses. She had been drifting in a sexual daydream. She blushed, wondering if he had any idea whit the fantasy had been about. While it hardly seemed possible, the man's intent gaze with his stony gray eyes seemed to strip her very soul bare.

"Sorry, Dr. Nathaniel," she said contritely. "Would it be possible for me to stay after class and discuss something with you?"

Dr. Nathaniel impatiently looked at his watch and nodded curtly.

"I can spare a few minutes. A few only. I have a very important faculty meeting at three. Now," he said, continuing with the lecture.

Manna had already tuned him out. She'd gotten a concession from him. And he'd noticed her. For once, he had noticed her! She thought she could take it from there.

The rest of the class dragged by. She couldn't wait for the other students to leave. When the last had packed notebooks and texts away and trudged off to another dreary class, she boldly approached the professor. She had gotten her courage back. He wasn't any different from any other man. She desired him. She could get him, just like that. It had always worked in the past, it would work now.

Manna made a big production of waggling her ass as she approached the man. He glanced up, then frowned.

"Is anything wrong, Dr. Nathaniel?" she asked sweetly, bending forward slightly. The top button of her blouse was undone. This allowed an ample swelling of her creamy white tits to bulge up and out of her blouse. Her nipples were already hardening as she thought about this man's strong cock fucking her.