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The Chain: Link 7

Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

understands…” Anthea simply looked up at him and smiled. “Anthea,” PC Whippy said. “Why don’t you go and sit in the armchair and show Professor Evans how keen you are for him to fuck you.” Professor Evans still couldn’t believe his ears. Anthea released his cock and made her way to the armchair. Already Professor Evans was missing her touch. The girl sat down in the armchair. The girl spread her legs. The girl rested her ankles on the armrests. The girl used deft fingers to open herself wide for him. He stared open mouthed. There she was, offering herself up to him like some cheap tart. “I’m so wet,” she breathed, sliding her two index fingers inside her tunnel. “I’m so horny. I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me, Professor.” In some way this was exactly what Professor Evans expected of young girls these days, just not one as seemingly nice and demure as Anthea. “Go on, sir,” PC Whippy said, releasing his arms and giving him a little push. “Go over there and feel how wet she is.” As if in a dream, Professor Evans made his way towards the waiting girl in the armchair. Trembling fingers soon discovered that the girl was indeed turned on, and he didn’t even have to do much with them. Anthea let him touch her wet pussy with one hand, while taking the other and moving it to her breast, a small bullet nipple pushing into the palm of his hand. PC Whippy was behind him, giving him a little push. “I’m not saying I approve,” she said, “but I think you should get on top of her!” ... Professor Evans half-turned. PC Whippy applied more pressure to his back. Anthea looked at him with beseeching eyes. “You don’t have to get me turned on, Professor. You can feel how wet I am, how turned on I am already. I want you, Professor. Fuck me now! Please fuck me now!” He took the hand from her pussy and placed it over her mouth. “You mustn’t say such things, Anthea,” he said. But he was over her now, his cock head pushing at her moist opening. Somehow it seemed to him as if her pussy sucked his cock into it. He was deep inside her. Instinctively he began to move, but it didn’t feel as if he was moving at all. The girl’s vagina seemed to tighten, as if holding him captive. It felt as if he wasn’t moving himself, as if the girl’s vagina was sucking him in and releasing its grip all by itself. He heard PC Whippy behind him, but hardly cared what she was doing. Not until he felt the strangest sensation ever. A combination of oil and rubber searching for his anus. He half-turned. “What are you doing?” His cock pulled back, almost exiting Anthea. He couldn’t be sure if it was PC Whippy pushing on his buttocks that did it, or if Anthea’s vagina just sucked him back in. He was deep inside the girl again, and now a finger was buried to the hilt in his back passage. “Sorry, sir,” PC Whippy said, sounding not in the least bit apologetic. “I’m obliged to do this under subsection 36 of the Randy Old Goats Act 1972.” Professor Evans was about to protest, but then Anthea let out a ...