Rose Sanders and Melissa Guzman are punished by their great and strong Professor Holloway.
~xXx~
While Melissa Guzman and Rose Sanders were sitting in the silent classroom, neither of them was looking in the other's direction. This is not out of embarrassment or shame, nor sir… and that they just don't like each other at all! After all, this dislike for each other was what led to this detention in the first place!
The two have always been competitive, academically speaking. Sanders was number one for her year, but Melissa was close behind. Although she never managed to beat Rose in the overall rankings every semester and year-end, she was always a hair's breadth away, constantly chasing Sanders, nibbling at her heels. Plus, there were assignments, tests, and essays that Melissa had managed to beat Rose on, little victories here and there, even though the stubborn brunette book moth still managed to bring it home, year after year. So yeah, they were rivals...and they weren't the friendly type either. Their last confrontation had turned physical. They went too far, got caught by this year's Defense professor and placed in detention with the man. Said the man who was still sitting behind his desk at the front of the classroom, barely paying attention to any of them...until suddenly, he speaks.
"You know, you two lost to your respective houses a ton of points due to this stupid little feud between the two of you."
Rose chokes on this, while Melissa blushes a little. The brunette bookworm obviously cared more about the stitches than the Ice Queen. And it wasn't like Melissa cared what people in her house thought of her anyway. Never mind that Lisa and Astoria's disappointed faces crossed her mind when they discovered that she had single-handedly let her obsession with Sanders ruin her house's chances of winning this year.
"But more than that…" Professor Holloway said quickly. "This will definitely have to go into your permanent records."
This time, Melissa gasped too…though Rose's sigh was even louder, covering up the wide-eyed reaction of the House of Guzman Heiress…or so Melissa wished. Regardless, Rose gets up from her chair, planting both of her hands on the table she was sitting at as she leans forward.
"B-but teacher! I can't... I can't have fights on my permanent record! This is worse than expulsion!"
For Melissa, the feeling is almost shared, but for a little different reason. A true princess of a Noble House, Melissa really can't let everyone know her as the witch who was caught fighting like a commoner like Rose Sanders. She and Rose engaged in some violent hair-pullings, in fact, when their initial salvo was to disarm each other in unison. That's why Melissa gets up too. And none of the witches recognize the other, but they still manage to approach the Professor's desk in sync. As they do so, a wicked smile spreads across Melissa's lips as a pout of puppy eyes crosses Rose's face.
Melissa ends up leaning over the Professor's desk, her blouse tastefully unbuttoned at the top, just enough to show some portion of voluminous breasts.
Meanwhile, Rose perches on the edge of the Professor's desk and bats her eyelashes at him, her shorter-than-usual skirt lifted slightly to show just a hint of tanned and savory thigh.
Both girls are willing to do that, if they can get their little fighting structure removed from their permanent records...
"Professor~ Surely you wouldn't let something as silly as this hurt our future prospects?"
"Sanders got a little out of control. I was defending myself. Is self-defense being punished now?"
Sanders glares at her, but Melissa only has eyes for the professor. So does Rose, a moment later, when said Professor stands up, displaying his full height and reminding the two young witches of the fact that, before becoming the Defense Professor, he was a fully Elite Force Member. trained. More than that, he was fully trained in his prime, this little stop at Bella Noche School of Magic was just a year apart for him. It showed in his big, strong physique, and Melissa found herself licking her lips beside Rose as the two girls imagined the training regimen he was likely to undergo, day after day.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the professor snorts mockingly at both of them.
"I'm not a little boy, to be impressed with you guys putting on a little show, girls. Once, a Succubus tried to do what you guys are trying to do now, and after I broke up with her, she bought a collar and begged me to let her stay under my desk, even during office hours."
Both Melissa and Rose blush at his realistic tone, the two witches easily able to picture it perfectly in their heads, even fantasizing about it briefly, not that either of them would admit it. They're not that kind of girl...but that's important, isn't it?
Rose is a little faster than Melissa, and before the Ice Queen can react, the brunette's pretty fingers reach up to the buttons on her blouse, starting to unbutton them. Melissa can only stare, wide-eyed, as Rose goes far beyond where the Ice Queen herself has gone so far. Of course, Rose freezes for a second, a moment later when the professor dips his fingers between her full lips as she's trying to say something seductive. Rose instinctively swallows the professor's fingers even as she pauses in removing her blouse.
"You know why everyone lets you talk as much as you do, Ms. Sanders? I suspect it's because they're imagining those lips of yours being used 'for more important matters, like sucking your cock or kissing your pussy.'
Rose's eyes widen and her blush intensifies even as she continues to sip. She's not like that, r-seriously, she's not! B-but... do people really think of her like that?
"Ten points for having perfect penis pillows, Ms. Sanders."
Before Rose could figure out what she was doing herself, her blouse was half full and the professor seemed undeniably impressed by her breasts. Although that's not how he refers to them.
"My oh my. What a pair of big, deliciously tanned udders. Big enough to keep a nursery fed if I had to place a bet. Um, maybe THAT's the reason they all do what you say and allow you to boss them around. Maybe they're thinking you'll let them try these milk jugs if they impress you with a good grade on your tests."
The teacher reaches out and grabs her breasts...no, her udders. As he plays with his milk jugs, while not removing his red bikini cut bra, Rose's blush runs down her neck and chest as well, the brunette totally red at this point as she bites down hard on her penis pillow now that your fingers are no longer occupying your mouth.
"Twenty points for each of them, Ms. Sanders. A remarkable pair of specimens, to be sure. Honestly, I wonder how your dorm boys can even stand up when they have you and Lillian Cummings decorating them with your fat shelves."
Rose squirms in embarrassment, but even so, when his hands leave her body and he looks at her expectantly, she moves to continue undressing...only to stop when he raises his hand.
"Keep the bra on. Otherwise...continue."
Rose just shakes her head, blushing profusely and ducking her head in humiliation. Her skirt comes off then, followed by her red bikini-cut panties... and then she's almost naked in front of the Professor, who circles around her for a moment, shaking his head in admiration. And then ...
*SMACK!*
The brunette squealed, mortified, as he slapped her big, fat ass, making her pink cheeks clap her hands.
"No wonder everyone always lets you lead, Ms. Sanders. They can see that ass jump and shake all the way to its destination."
Of course, Rose blushes even more as he circles back to her front, and she realizes he can see the little brown lightning that her bush has trimmed, the well-manicured airstrip right on top of her mount, just above her if not shaved twat. When he looks down and raises an eyebrow at her, Rose whimpers and squeaks an apology.
"It's for luck!"
He just chuckles, happily choosing not to bother her any further. Instead, he manhandles her ass, lifting and spanking her ass, jumping into her hands as Rose catches herself gasping and moaning, squirming in place at her strong, experienced touch. She's already close to orgasm, and just for touching her like that of all things!
"You know, in my experience, high schoolers always have the most model-like bodies...you tend to prove that rule, Ms. Sanders."
Blushing, Rose squeaks and tries to deny it, though the words barely leave her lips before she feels smug and smug as he stitches her ass, thighs and legs. The Professor catalogs every part of her body, awarding her house points for her perfect figure, and although Rose is totally embarrassed and maybe a little humiliated... she also can't help but be happy, even satisfied with the way he looks. praise its shape. Of course, eventually he runs out of bits to praise...
-xXx-
When her big, strong Professor gives an order, Rose Sanders follows her like the good girl she is. That's why the brunette book moth is left where she is, standing there wearing nothing but her red bikini bra, her arms crossed behind her, just as the Professor ordered her to. Now it's Melissa's turn...
As the Professor approaches her, the Ice Queen stands up, proud and defiant. Or rather, that's how she sees herself internally. In fact, she's restless, twitching and blushing as much as Rose, she's just not willing to admit it. Just as she is unwilling to admit that she was caught looking at Rose's nearly naked form several times this time. After all, she's not a commoner to be pushed around, and Melissa steps forward to find the teacher, to make sure he knows this.
"S-if you think you can just play with me like you did with Sanders, you've got something else coming, P-teacher! J-Just because you're bigger and stronger than me doesn't mean I'm going to let you bully me and push me like that!"
The teacher just smiles at her, like he's seeing right through her. But then what is there to see? She is being perfectly honest! Or so she thinks quickly. In fact, Melissa isn't being honest with anyone... least of all herself.
Laughing, the Defense teacher just shrugs.
"Of course. After all, you are a noble girl, aren't you?"
Melissa's eyes widened slightly and her back instinctively straightened.
"That's right! I am the Heiress of the Oldest and Most Exalted-! "
"Which, Ms. Guzman, is no doubt the reason you have the body of a model, just like Miss Sanders."
As the Professor cuts her decisively and ironically, Melissa lets out an indignant sigh...but he doesn't finish, smiling at her, looking at her knowingly, those eyes of his looking like they can read her like an open book. ..
"The last heiress…I dealt with the requirement to initial her ass so everyone would know who she belonged to. A real beauty, to be sure."
She… just who could he be talking about? Melissa ruthlessly suppresses the spark of jealousy in her words, ignoring that she is barely pushing the tip of a huge iceberg, her true size is hidden beneath the ocean waves of her lust. She's not like that, she's not the person he's referring to, so it doesn't matter!
As if she was reading her thoughts, the Defense teacher shrugged.
"But you're not like that, are you? So...you're free to go. You lost your points; you served your detention. You are free to leave now."
How… just how dare he talk to her like that?! Nobody rejects a Guzman like that, certainly not Melissa Guzman! She will make him swallow those words! Reaching up without thinking, Melissa begins to undress, just like Rose did. Unconsciously, she turns it into a complete striptease for her teacher, totally unintentionally. She's doing it instinctively, a stupid witch subconsciously submitting to the powerful, well-built, virile wizard in front of her.
Meanwhile, the Defense professor simply folds his arms and watches her, though not without encouraging her…like when he stitches her lips like he did Rose, and then her breasts too, not to mention the rest of her. She should be getting more indignant, but instead she's unconsciously obeying, not even noticing that she's lifting her breasts, wiggling her peach-shaped ass, clapping her hands and twisting her buttocks in something like a wild, primal mating dance.
Melissa loses complete control of herself for a while, the teacher's words of encouragement and appreciation washing over her, combined with the pleasure that earning back those House Points brings. Really, Melissa couldn't care less about the points…but Lisa and Astoria would be happy, so that was good, and it wasn't like her Professor rewarding her points made her feel good or anything. Of course, eventually she broke up, having shown herself as much as Sanders... and that's when Melissa comes to her senses, recovering from her stupor and realizing how... how much she's just humiliated and embarrassed herself. This was NOT how a noblewoman was supposed to act…right? Even though the professor had mentioned that another heiress had tattooed her initials on her ass, it wasn't like all pureblood witches were sluts to a powerful, virile wizard like her totally hot professor. D-Melissa certainly doesn't!
It doesn't help that Sanders is staring at her, openmouthed and shocked. Melissa frowns, ready to growl at Sanders to shut up, even though Rose still hasn't said anything...but before she can do that, the professor decides something else is in order. In other words, it's time for them to kiss and make up.
-xXx-
There is no warning, of course. One moment, the two nearly naked witches are looking at each other, or rather Rose is staring in shock with wide eyes, while Melissa is coloring quickly and getting more agitated by the moment... and the next moment, the Their teacher pushed Melissa on Rose. There's a scream, followed by a squeak, and then the two are crushed together, huge breasts slamming against each other.
Rose's hands go to Melissa's breasts and Melissa's hands close on Rose's tanned ass as they both stare at each other, now mutually shocked. And then the habit kicks in and they scowl at each other.
"You made me stumble! On purpose!"
"What?! You fell on me! It's not my fault you're such a bum you stupid bitch!"
But even as they start accusing each other of creating their current situation, their bodies are being much more honest, actually squirming against each other, and their faces are quite red and pink, while thick thighs slip between long, creamy legs. . Suddenly Rose has Melissa in her hands, the Ice Queen struggling desperately as Rose's thigh slides between her legs and she's suddenly lifting Melissa's creamy breasts, looking rather mischievous as she smiles wickedly.
"Look at these real udders. You're such a snob, Guzman, but seriously, you want to be milked like a cow."
Melissa stutters, having a hard time coming back with an answer at first, with the way Rose is squeezing her huge breasts and pinching, twisting and pulling her nipples. As Melissa moans and gasps, Rose leans forward and whispers harshly into her ear.
"You're just a pair of slutty princess breasts, Guzman. And that's all you'll ever be. "
Maybe that's exactly what Melissa needs to hear, or maybe she had recovered and changed her position, regardless of what Rose said next. Regardless, between one moment and the next, their position is suddenly reversed, Rose is trapped at a nearby table, panting and squealing indignantly as Melissa squeezes and slaps her ass.
"Shut up! You and your bitch ass don't have room to talk, Sanders!"
Spanking Rose's ass and making her plump cheeks sway together, Melissa hisses at Rose, returning the brunette's insults back to her.
"You slap your cheeks just walking, pretending to be a dyke while your ass claps and shakes like a centaur mare in heat!"
Rose moans, her ass as sensitive as Melissa's breasts...but before either of them can do anything else, the Professor makes her presence known once more.
*SMACK!* *SMACK!*
Slamming hard on both girls' perfect buttocks at the same time, much harder than Melissa's blows on Rose's ass, the professor draws indignant screams from both girls as he lets out a sigh and shakes his head.
"You two are actually worse than I thought. It's obvious I'll have to deal with you two personally, like any other delinquent witch I've had to deal with since my youth. I thought you two were just wrong...but it's worse than that. You two are two depraved and wanton bitches, aren't you?"
-xXx-
Spinning around, Rose pushes her big breasts against the Professor's chest and glares at him, glaring aggressively.
"H-how dare you! J-Just because you're our teacher doesn't mean you can't talk to us like that! W-who do you think you are?!"
Melissa isn't far behind, squishing into Sanders' side and further taking up the valuable asset that is the Professor's broad chest, as she too pushes the shelf against him and glares at him. After all, she is the Guzman heiress! She is beyond reproach...right?
*SMACK!* *SMACK!*
Another pair of mutual slaps later makes the two witches squeal once more as the Professor turns the slaps into hard slaps of their respective backs, snorting mockingly as he looks at them without a single ounce of concern in his eyes.
"I'm not one of those pathetic little boys you two are so fond of bossing around, girls. That gives both forty points as much for small talk."
None of the witches are stupid, they quickly recognize that they are all the points their respective knockouts have earned them.
"It's obvious to me now that you two need to be treated differently. So I'm going to treat you the same way I've treated certain chronic lawbreakers."
Pulling his hands back away from both of them, the Professor begins to remove his robes. Rose and Melissa freeze and can only stare, wide-eyed, as their Defense Teacher does an obscene play, like Clark Kent transforming into Superman...although only Rose really has that frame of reference to make that connection. For Melissa, it's as if the court wizard of all stories has become the big, burly, clumsy barbarian who has always kidnapped and held the princess as ransom.
N-not that Melissa had ever fantasized about being called a princess or being kidnapped by a burly barbarian or something. She c-certainly had never fantasized about being a damsel in distress, subject to the whims of a wild man as her teacher. She was a strong, independent witch and didn't need any men! But... that doesn't necessarily mean she doesn't WANT ONE! She gaped at the sight of him, it's really none of the girls' fault. After all, they've certainly never seen a man so big, strong and virile before.
"Although…I can't FORCE either of you to do anything. If you want, you can walk out that door right now and live your delinquent life until your perverse behavior lands you in prison. Maybe I'm really the one to put it there. However, if you want to change things... then I expect your full cooperation, here and now. Unless, of course, you think you can do better on your own? "
Rose is a good girl, and she's already crushed against his chest again, her chest now uncovered as he gropes her ass again. She's a good girl...but she can't help but cuddle up to him and think that maybe she just deserves to be punished like the naughty girl he's being... Melissa isn't much better either, her gorgeous body crushed against the savage murderous barbarian, drinking in her scent when she realizes she's going to be totally contaminated and destroyed by... by this brute, like all stories, like what pureblood women were warned about when they were growing up.
Then reality kicks in and the two girls huff and huff and scowl and mock their Defense teacher. OF COURSE they can do better on their own! The two witches continue to hold that belief as they drop to their knees right there in front of their teacher, only to reach out and simultaneously hook their fingers into the waistband of their boxers. Their momentary pride and self-confidence, as well as their arrogance, are all unanimously shattered as they pull said boxers down, only to realize that the HUGE bulge they were seeing, a piece of rooster meat to be sure... is in the true he being soft.
Rose and Melissa shudder with pleasure, even as they try to mask their breeding queen's tendencies behind their indignation that he's not hard yet.
Rose is the first to act, pushing Melissa out of the way and standing front and center of the stage as she starts using every tool in her arsenal to work the Professor's cock. She is certainly a good girl... but the Professor nailed it. This girl from school has a bimbo body and is very skilled at making use of it. If not for that, then what for? Except, no matter how hard Rose tries, no matter how much she uses her plump udders, her glorious tan milk jugs, no matter how much she uses her cock pillow lips and her deft hands... she can't get it out. it. She can't even make him totally hard. She reaches him about a quarter of the way with her tongue, mouth and breasts before Melissa growls and pushes her aside.
"You are useless, Sanders!"
As Rose pouts, but is forced to acknowledge that, in this case, Melissa may be right, the House of Guzman Heiress takes her turn... and figuratively falls flat on her face as well. She does everything Sanders does, but better, or so she feels in her head. And to be fair, just as Rose did, she makes some progress before her efforts seem to reach a limit she can't overcome.
Both girls are wearing facades, actually. Rose is like a hungry wildcat behind her good-girl mask, while Melissa is an eager succubus, pretending to be an icy princess. And yet the two cannot do anything alone... in the end, they look at each other and reach the same realization at the same moment... they will have to work together.
After all, how much time has passed, and even with his individual efforts, the Professor is just a little stiff at best... and already starting to lose some of his enthusiasm? Their teacher is a real one, with a huge, virile, monstrous cock. He's a real bitch-killer, and they both know it damn well... just as they know, deep down, that they're both bitches about to be broken for it.
But he can't break them on the stick, one after the other, if they aren't even able to make him fully erect, can he?! In the end, the Princess Succubus and the Wild Cat end up working together... and what a team they make. Pressing against each other, using their tongues on either side of the Professor's cock, they work him with every tool in their arsenal, from her soft lips, her plump breasts, even her eyes.
Both quickly face their Defense teacher as they FINALLY work together, cooperating with each other instead of competing for the first time in...ever. He smiles back at them both approvingly, though he keeps his arms crossed over his chest. Melissa and Rose would NEVER admit it, but their approving smile sends shivers of satisfaction through both of them. Even though they also secretly wish he'd pat them on the head for a job well done, wanting to feel the powerful mage's hands on their heads, the pressure of his palms and the feel of his fingers curling into their hair and gently scratching their scalp.
Working together, they make him fully erect, marveling at the size of his cock when he finally stands at full mast in front of them. Together, the naughty and mischievous witches finally earn their reward.
"Good girls. Normally, I wouldn't be giving you two anything anytime soon...but I've rarely had students make such excellent progress so quickly."
Rose and Melissa shudder with deep satisfaction at the Professor's words, while at the same time completely losing their current state. They don't realize it, but they're face to face now, breasts half crushed against each other's, mouths wide open and begging for it... and most lustful of all, their fingers entwined between their bodies as they clasp their hands in anticipation of what it's coming.
Their reward, when they arrive moments later, is a one-man bukkake. The Professor's charge is more than enough to match their faces and their huge white breasts, while leaving plenty to fill their greedy mouths to the point of spilling. They drink and suck, and swallow the Professor's delicious, slimy semen... and before they know what's going on, they're tongue-wiping too, moaning at each other as they blush and turn red, their eyes turning heavily with lid. It takes a long moment for them to realize what they're doing, but as soon as they come back to their senses, AGAIN... the Professor doesn't give them time to part or even scowl at each other, let alone scream more insults for each other. Instead, he grabs them and lifts them with ease, tossing them onto the large bed he's transfigured his desk into while they're distracted by cleaning each other up.
Staring at his huge body with wide eyes, realizing he's still fully erect even after coming once and now they're about to experience the break in his cock they've both feared and anticipated for some time, the two witches don't even have time to stir and irritate each other. Of course, if you asked any of them, they would deny that they were biting their lips and hugging each other tightly.
Melissa would deny that she was spying on Rose's thick booty as an offering to that Adonis before them. But her denials didn't make her actions any less true...
-xXx-
Staring at them, stroking his ridiculously huge cock, not even looking dizzy despite the amount of blood that must have flowed into the thing, the well-built Professor snorts in amusement at the two slutty schoolgirls in front of him.
"Is that really how you're going to introduce yourself to me? Such idiots, just two more horny bitches?"
Of course, hearing that they are nothing more than little bitches is offensive... and even as they stutter and deny, Rose is lifting Melissa's legs, spreading her thighs just as Melissa has spread her buttocks, leaving them piled on top another. Melissa has Rose's ass open and Rose exposes Melissa's cunt. It's an amusing, if a little ridiculous, sight, with them scowling and snarling at him as they introduce themselves to him. As they rock their hips back at him seductively, Rose flicks her cheeks as Melissa wraps her legs around Sanders and arches her back. They both stare at the professor, until he gets up and, without even climbing into bed, slaps Rose on the ass, eliciting a lustful moan from the brunette, while Melissa's gaze turns to a jealous meow.
"Twenty points to put in this fantastically bouncy wonderful booty, Ms. Sanders. Heh, for a smart and studious witch like you, your body looks like it was made to keep men warm, you know."
Rose's last indignant gasp is cut short as the Good Professor stretches her pussy tight around his cock, slowly penetrating her inch by methodical inch. Screaming, the brunette bimbo reading moth gripped the sheets on either side of Melissa as the teacher reaches out and holds her curly hair, holding it until every inch of his huge, monstrous cock is buried in her soaked body, stretching. to the limit.
Just when he's trapped inside her, does the Defense teacher release his hair, causing Rose to fall onto Melissa, gasping into the girl's shoulder. She mumbles something no one else can hear, but the Professor snorts and slaps her ass lightly as he remains buried in her pussy.
"What was that, Miss. Sanders? If you have something to say, just share it with the rest of the class."
Rose fits in, twisting her neck and grimacing at him over her shoulder.
"I SAID FUCK ME YOU BIG-DICKED BASTARD!"
Rather than being her last statement, however, it seems to be what breaks the barrier inside her, holding everything back. Turning around, Rose arched her back and moaned into the ceiling as she continued to scream and scream. What follows is a totally honest confession, about how the brunette bookworm has plenty of time for someone to gag it with cock or smother it with pussy. How she always wished a big, strong wizard like the Professor would use her curls as reins while fucking her throat whenever she started the lecture. She still goes on to say that every time she's been a know-it-all, it's because she wanted the ones she was berating to just bend her over the nearest table and go crazy with her, fucking her until she didn't. could think straight, leaving her unable to walk straight.
So the teacher tells Melissa to calm Sanders down a bit, and really, it's not Melissa's fault that she uses her breasts to do that. It's just what works best. This is an honest truth. But then Sanders is sucking, sucking and biting his way out of his cushioned prison and Melissa's chest is unable to handle the brunette as Sanders' brown eyes lift and find Melissa's reddened face.
"Fuck, I love your fat little princess breasts under mine!"
Melissa's blush intensifies, and the Ice Queen quickly pushes Rose back down. But not before the professor heard, and he grinned wickedly, leaning over them both. His eyes bored into Melissa's, but his words are for Rose.
"You know, Miss. Sanders... while you are nursing from Ms. Guzman, it's Ms. Guzman who is holding his cheeks open, presenting his baby body for me to desecrate. Her snobby aristocratic rival of hers is opening you up, allowing you to drink from her tits while she offers you as a sire to a big, strong stallion."
Perhaps a little breathless, Melissa, however, knows when it's her turn to intervene, looking into those brown eyes, which are now looking at her from between her breasts.
"Do you like being the breeding bitch of that big stallion, Sanders?"
It's supposed to be sarcastic and mocking, but it really comes out throaty, sensual and downright playful... and in that moment Rose breaks down, screaming into Melissa's milk jugs as her eyes roll back in her head, tongue swirling around a Melissa's nipples. The brunette bookworm has spasms and apprehension for what seems like an eternity, but it's actually only a few minutes, at the end of the day.
It's still a terribly long time to reach orgasm, and Melissa is almost worried about her academic rival when Rose stops cumming around the Professor's big fat cock. As he pulls out of her, as he slips out of Sanders' semi-conscious, slobbering form, Melissa shivers with glee, knowing that now... it's her turn.
However, the professor decides that Melissa will achieve something different. With Sanders rolling off her and recovering on the other side of the bed, the Ice Queen soon finds herself mounted in the Professor's form as he lies down and watches her from above. Wide-eyed, Melissa swallows as she crouches above the mammoth-sized member the Defense Professor is displaying, realizing she will soon have a stick that makes some centaurs look small inside her.
Taking it in both hands, Melissa tucks it against her cunt lips and then releases it, preferring to bring her arms up to her soft breasts and clench her little hands into fists as she starts trying to impale herself on the Professor's cock in a distinctly way. little feminine. But, to be fair, there was no such thing as the cowgirl status when it came to the noblewoman. A real lady should just lie down and accept. Sex wasn't about pleasure for a full-blooded Heiress, or at least it shouldn't be. It was supposed to be about duty, about getting pregnant and taking a brat or two to continue the family line. This is what Melissa had been raised for her entire life, and although she was certainly about to be fucked and swallowed and possibly even raised by her Defense teacher...she was certainly NOT prepared for how good it would be.
It's while all of this is going through her head that the Professor decides to rock his hips up, causing Melissa's eyes to widen to saucer size as he impales her on at least a quarter of his truly huge cock. Melissa howls and her body betrayed her, hips gyrating eagerly to absorb more and more shaft from her, hands opening into fists to smack her own breasts as she begins to ride him like a greedy concubine for attention. She can't help but give a demonstration as more and more of her cock disappears inside her, stretching her pussy wide and wide, projecting her abdomen in a very lewd way. Playing with her breasts, running her fingers through her hair, she does everything on instinct, while her greedy pussy milks him with the same hunger as Rose's pussy.
Speaking of Sanders... when Melissa starts to lose control, screaming and screaming in ecstasy, the Professor approaches and slaps Rose hard on her bubbling ass, waking her up. The following order to help keep Guzman's voice down is something Rose tries not to show too much desire for.
For starters, Rose was just trying to smother Guzman with her breasts like Melissa had done to her when it was her turn, so while they're suddenly kissing? Why is she suddenly manhandling Melissa's breasts with both hands while she's nibbling and sucking the Ice Queen's throat and whispering that Melissa looks perfectly at home being raised by a big brute like Rose had been, like a .. s-some arrogant princess? Everything feels so right... just like what Rose does next. In a surprising show of strength, Rose mercilessly corkscrews Melissa the rest of the way down the Professor's cock, almost bothering to break her right there as she slaps her creamy backside. Indeed, she is quickly becoming too much for the Purebred Noble. Knowing that she is being sandwiched between these two c-commoners, who are enjoying her perfect, untouched body without reservation.
Fuck, she's kissing Sanders of all people, and Sanders and the Professor's hands are everywhere on Melissa, from the Professor groping Melissa's ass while pushing on top of her from below, to Sanders' hand tracing the bulge in her abdomen represented by the Professor's penis buried deep in Melissa's womb at this point.
Interestingly, it's not a specific act per se, nor is it anything Rose or the professor say... rather, it's the sudden realization that in the midst of all the pleasure, this brutal man broke Melissa's cervix and invaded her holiest place, her womb... and she didn't even notice. No, more than that, in the search for more pleasure, in the desire to let him do what he wanted to her and raise her… Melissa didn't even care that he had conquered her womb. He's already conquered the rest of her after all. With that, it's Melissa's turn to break down, her eyes rolling in her head, her tongue fully hanging out of her mouth as she goes crazy cum repeatedly on her Professor's cock. Rose captures her tongue with hers, kissing Melissa once more to silence her shrill and shrill cries, but all in all, Melissa is too out of her mind to even notice, completely shaken right there on top of her Professor's cock.
Of course, even after Melissa found herself ripped off his cock, even after he fucked her as much as Rose… they both acknowledge a simple fact. Not counting the one-man bukkake, he still hasn't come. Despite all the talk about creation, they didn't make him come. That's when the two really realize... he's just getting started.
This is something the professor asserts a moment later, when he casually lifts Rose into the air and drops her onto his cock in one full nelson, his powerful arms sliding under her legs and then behind her shoulders and head, the hands entwined through her hair as he bury his cock in her pussy, Rose's face contorting with pleasure again, taking on a truly ridiculous and humiliating expression, not that she cares.
Melissa ends up joining them by licking the place where Rose and her teacher are together... and this is just the first instance of the two witches working together to pleasure the powerful wizard who turned them so completely into his cock-hungry whores. The next few hours are filled with more of the same... just as Melissa and Rose end up full of cum again and again over that period of time.
Being nursed by the Teacher becomes just a part of the experience, truth be told, a novelty that never fades, but it certainly happens more than enough to not be any grand and surprising moment after the umpteenth time it happens. Melissa and Rose end up cooperating with each other like never before, exactly as their Professor clearly intended, both eager to extract his seed from his huge bitch-breaking cock and his heavy, churning bag of balls.
At some point, they get so close together that they both stop caring where the seed goes, as long as they can extract another load of sperm, as long as the warm, delicious, life-giving sperm in at least one of them goes. The Professor turns the two of them into his breeding bitches, and they love him, they love him... they just want more, they both want so much more, there's no doubt about it.
So when he gives them their new uniforms, consisting of chokers in the house colors, tied blouses and short skirts, while letting them stay thigh-high, neither Melissa nor Rose complain. Even if "giving them their new uniforms" actually means "putting them right there."
Things end with the two slutty-dressed high school girls snuggling into him as Wendell's aging potion passes and the Room of Wishes transforms from Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom into a pleasant, cozy lair. Despite his earlier display of absolute confidence as an Elite Member and Professor, Wendell's smile is more hesitant and hopeful as he looks at his two girls.
"...So, did you have fun?"
Rose purrs eagerly into Wendell's embrace while the Ice Queen looks away, biting her lip in a sexy pout until Wendell just laughs and pulls her against his chest. In response, Melissa arches her back, moaning as her animal manipulates him and enjoys the feel of her body against his. Finally, reluctantly, Melissa speaks.
"It was fun…but it's my turn next, right?"
Wendell's smile is gentle and genuine as he nods his head, while Rose laughs and nods too, both of them looking at her expectantly. With the two of them on board, Melissa's eyes widen at the possibilities, and... and... well, they're her commoners, they're wild barbarians, both Wendell and Rose, not that she'd admit to Rose that she considered her anything other than your rival. Her nipples are tense under her tied shirt just thinking about it.
Of course, before Melissa can say anything, the Wishing Room door bursts open and deposits a redhead with an hourglass figure. Florence Cobb was just behind the door to the Wishing Room, having convinced the room to let her peek by thinking long and hard about wanting to watch Wendell, Rose and Melissa without entering. Ah, but you can't fool the room forever, and as she tried to get up, on weak legs, trying not to look at the monster between Wendell's thighs, the door opened and she fell in, only to the door of somehow twisting behind her and closing in, leaving her in the Wishing Room, alone with Bella Noche's hottest trio.
With a sports bra struggling to contain her huge breasts, sweat-soaked exercise shorts and not just sweat from the run she'd done before noticing the trio climbing into the Wishing Room, Florence turns as red as the color of her hair, even when she notices the reactions of the trio she's just consciously hacked into. Only Wendell is visibly surprised by her appearance, looking completely stunned, far removed from the confident Professor he'd so easily portrayed during the performance moments before.
Melissa and Rose, meanwhile, look at Florence with half-closed eyes and smirks... and Florence can't help but feel that she's just found herself trapped in a shark tank. Of course, for her... this feeling only excites her even more...
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