Chapter 861 - 860- The Tightness got too much Pushed in

Chapter 861: Chapter 860- The Tightness got too much Pushed in

The words, which were not harsh but firm, were a command. The tone, which was the tone of a professor to a student, was a boundary. A line that she could not cross.

I pushed deeper. The head, which had been at the entrance, entered. The sphincter, which had been tight, stretched. The ring, which had been pink, went white. The pressure, which was intense, was a burning. She cried out. The sound, which was sharp and raw, was the sound of a woman whose anal was being penetrated for the first time.

I grabbed her ass. My hands, on her cheeks, gripped. The flesh, which was thick and soft, yielded. I squeezed. The cheeks, which were being held, were spread. The anal, which was being stretched, was open.

In the squat position, I pushed deeper. The cock, which had been at the entrance, went further. The shaft, which was thick, stretched the ring. The walls, which had never been penetrated, gripped. The friction, which was raw and intense, was a burn. She cried out. The sound, which was continuous, was a wail.

"Professor," she gasped. "Slow down. Please. Slow down. It is too much. It is too big. I cannot..."

I pushed deeper. The cock, which had been halfway, went further. The shaft, which had been stretching, was now filling. The walls, which had been gripping, were yielding. The depth, which had been shallow, was now deep. The head, which had been at the entrance, was now deep inside.

Her face, which had been turned toward me, was mashed against the pillow. The position, which was face-down and ass-up, was a submission. The pillow, which was absorbing her tears and her screams, was a muffler.

I started to fuck. The pace, which had been still, began. Slow at first. The cock, which had been buried, slid. In and out. The walls, which had been tight, gripped. The friction, which was raw, was a burn that was becoming a pleasure.

Pah... pah... pah...

"MMM...!! ... MMMF...!! ... professor...!! ... it hurts...!! ... AH...!!"

The pace increased. The thrusts, which had been slow, became fast. The sound, which had been soft, became loud. The bed, which had been still, began to shake.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... it is tearing...!! ... HIEEENGH...!!"

I fucked her like she was my bitch. The pace, which was brutal, was a claim. The sound, which was wet and sharp, was a drumbeat. Her body, which was small and thick, was being ridden. Her ass, which was round and full, was being pounded. The cheeks, which were being slapped by my hips, ripened with each impact.

The system popped.

[100x Multiplier Applied — Ability: Physical Strength (Source: Sofia — Half-Cow Beast-folk)]

[Acquired: Bull-level Physical Strength — Passive Enhancement]

The strength, which flooded my body, was immediate. The muscles, which had been human, were enhanced. The power, which was bull-level, was a force multiplier. My hips, which had been fast, went faster. The thrusts, which had been hard, went harder. The pace, which had been brutal, became devastating.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"AAANGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... OUNGH...!! ... HIEEENGH...!! ... I cannot...!! ... I cannot...!! ... AAANGH...!!"

Her hips, which had been still, began to clap back. The motion, which was involuntary, was the response of a body that was being fucked so hard that it was trying to match the rhythm. The cheeks, which were thick, slapped against my thighs. The sound, which was louder than before, was a thunder.

I pulled the president. My hand, which had been on Sofia’s ass, reached. Found Seraphina’s arm. Pulled. The president, who had been lying limp, was dragged. Toward me. Into the kiss. My mouth, which had been open, found hers. The kiss, which was deep and wet, was a claim. A dual claim. Sofia’s anal on my cock. Seraphina’s mouth on mine.

I kissed her while pounding Sofia. The dual sensation, which was the tight grip of one woman’s anal and the warm mouth of another, was a feast. My hips, which were hammering Sofia, did not stop. My mouth, which was exploring Seraphina, did not pause.

"Mmmf...!! ... mmm...!!"

"OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"

The moans, which were from two women, overlapped. The sounds, which were muffled and raw, were a chorus. The bed, which was shaking, was a drum. The room, which was filled with the sound of sex, was a concert.

Sofia’s virgin pussy, which was untouched by my cock, was dripping. The fluid, which was clear and thin, ran from her lips. The arousal, which was building from the anal stimulation, was leaking. The pussy, which was empty, was clenching. The walls, which were gripping nothing, were desperate.

I turned. The motion, which was smooth and practiced, flipped Sofia. Her body, which had been face-down, was now face-up. Her legs, which had been spread, were in the air. Her ass, which had been pounded, was raised. The anal, which had been stretched, was gaping. The pussy, which was hairy and wet, was exposed.

I lifted her. The motion, which used my enhanced strength, raised her from the bed. Her body, which was impaled on my cock, was suspended. Her legs, which wrapped around my waist, locked. Her arms, which went around my neck, held.

I carried her. To the mirror. The full-length glass, which was on the wall, reflected our bodies. Her face, which was wet and contorted, was visible. Her body, which was impaled, was displayed. The anal, which was being fucked, was visible. The cock, which was going in and out, was visible.

"Look," I said. The word, which was a command, directed her gaze. To the mirror. To the reflection. To the sight of herself, being fucked in the ass by a man who was holding her in the air.

She looked. The sight, which was her own body being used, was a shock. The image, which was obscene and intimate, was a mirror of her own degradation. The tears, which had been falling, increased. The sight, which she could not look away from, was a torment.

"Professor," she cried. "Please. Stop. I cannot look. I cannot..."

I turned her. The motion, which was a rotation, brought her body around. Her back, which had been against my chest, was now facing me. Her legs, which had been around my waist, were over my shoulders. The position, which was a folding, brought her knees to her chest. The anal, which had been stretched, was open. The cock, which had been inside, was deeper.

I fucked her. In the mirror. The reflection, which showed her face and her body and the cock inside her, was a display. The tears, which were falling, were visible. The moans, which were continuous, were audible.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... I cannot... HIEEENGH...!! ... AAANGH...!!"

I lifted one leg. The motion, which was a shift, brought her right leg over my shoulder. The position, which was a one-legged stand, opened her wider. The anal, which had been stretched, was gaping. The cock, which had been deep, went deeper. The angle, which was new, hit a different spot. She screamed. The sound, which was raw and broken, was the sound of a woman whose body was being reshaped.

I threw her on the bed. The motion, which was a release, sent her body onto the mattress. She bounced. The impact, which was soft but jarring, made her gasp. Her body, which had been suspended, was now flat. Her ass, which had been pounded, was on the sheets.

The anal, which was gaping, was leaking. The cum, which had been pumped inside, was running out.