Part 3
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Iris spent most of the weekend with Eddie, trying to forget the events of Friday night. He was great. She finally convinced him to watch the Pride & Prejudice miniseries with her, and by Sunday morning she was starting to feel better.
"Did you end up having another session with Professor Brenn?" asked Eddie.
"Yeah, but that's probably the last one." she replied.
"Still, it's pretty cool. He's going to unveil some new pieces at the school's next exhibition. I've heard that he was planning to donate one to the city's museum. It's crazy to think there might be a picture of you in the new collection."
Oddly, Iris had never considered that the pictures she modeled for would be shared with the world. Her sessions with the Professor had felt so intimate and secluded that they seemed private from the rest of the world. She felt her anxiety growing once again.
"Hey, I'm going to head to my room and take a nap. I'm kind of beat." she said.
"Oh, alright. I guess I'll see you later then."
Iris wanted to take a walk alone. Generally, she would have done some schoolwork if she was feeling stressed, but she was so far ahead after her marathon of a couple days ago, even she found it hard to justify. She walked through central campus enjoying the unseasonably warm weather.
"Hey, Tight-Pants! You wanna play frisbee with us?" Shouted the stoner from the other day.
"No thanks, maybe some other time." she said. His antics were a welcome distraction.
"I'll hold you to it. Later Tight-Pants."
Iris got back to her room and considered taking a nap, but first, opened up her laptop to check her e-mail. At the top of her inbox was a message from Professor Brenn.
Iris, Come to my office hours tomorrow promptly at 9am. I have something to discuss.
After reading his e-mail, she decided to take that nap. She didn't want to think about it.
The next morning Iris did as she was told, knocking on Professor Brenn's office at 8:59. He opened the door and led her in, closing it behind her.
"Sit down." He gestured to the seat in front of his desk. She sat.
"I have some things to explain to you about Friday's session Iris." he said. Sitting behind the desk.
"Alright." She apprehensively awaited what he would say.
"I want to apologize for what happened before I left Friday's session. It was totally unacceptable on my part."
"What was unacceptable?" Iris was genuinely confused.
"When I was sketching close to you at the end of the session and became aroused. I was sure you noticed."
She was so preoccupied with herself that it was one of the few times she wouldn't have noticed him.
"I didn't though." she said.
"Well, that's sort of beside the point. The problem is what happened, not what you saw. Unfortunately, this creates an additional problem. You're now one of the primary subjects in my next show, but I don't have everything I need from you, and I need another session. The only angles I require are of your face, neck, and hair. So just wear your hoodie and jeans and I can make do. You're available tonight at the usual time?"
It was barely a question. His placating aspect had faded away quickly.
"Yes. It will be the last session?" She asked.
"Yes."
Iris left the office rather dumbfounded. She was generally naive to the effect she had on most men. Eddie regularly gave her compliments, and with a bit of convincing, she believed he was attracted to her. But with other people, it was hard to grasp that her looks would have such a material effect. It seemed almost impossible that a grown man like Professor Brenn, an attractive and successful man, could become turned on just by sitting that close and looking at her, even with her unfortunate transparent panties.
The next thing she knew, Iris was knocking on Eddie's door.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Eddie.
"I just needed something." said Iris. She began taking off her pants, still in the hallway outside of Eddie's dorm.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you. I need to leave for work in like ten."
She held Eddie close for a passionate kiss, grinding herself into him.
"Alright, I won't complain."
Eddie pulled off his shirt as Iris led him to the bed. She helped him strip down the rest of the way as he laid back. Iris left on her tight rib-knit shirt but took off her pants and then did something that was rare for her. She removed her underpants and straddled Eddie's bare legs. His penis engorged quickly as he stared at her nude lower half. She spat into her hands and started to rub his member. He had never seen her spit before, and the crude nature of it aroused him incredibly.
Eddie was clearly enjoying himself but seemed to be missing the point entirely. Frustrated with him, Iris decided to make it more obvious. Still straddling him, she lifted her right leg which unambiguously displayed her vagina. He continued to stare at Iris as she stimulated him, but he didn't try anything else. She was getting restless. Making her aims even more apparent, she slid up his body until her vagina rested on the base of his penis. He held his hands on her hips while she started to grind against him slightly, her spread vagina gliding along the bottom half of his erection.
Iris needed it, but she wouldn't go any further herself. She was right there and wet and all he needed to do was pull her hips forward a little bit. But instead, Iris watched as her cowardly boyfriend ejaculated on her hands. Afterwards, he said something about helping her out too, but she ignored it — wiping the semen off on his sheets.
"I need to get going. I scheduled another session with Professor Brenn by the way." she said.
"Really? That's great. Thanks for stopping by unexpectedly, and feel free to do it more often." said Eddie, wearing a dumb grin across his face.
She put her clothes back on, trying to hide her frustration. After Iris was dressed, she gave Eddie a peck on the cheek and left.
The rest of the day flew by. Iris decided that if she was going to be featured in Brenn's show, she would put her best foot forward — it was the last session after all. She repolished her finger and toenails and applied her makeup with care, though she never wore much. The real concern was her hair. It was one of the few things he planned to focus on, but it was raining all day, and the temperature reached the mid-seventies in the afternoon. The humid air caused her long curly hair to poof out incredibly no matter what she did. She finally decided to give up and pulled it back in a huge ponytail, spraying a light gel on the taut hair of her scalp. She slipped on a pair of thong sandals, showing off her red toenails, and left her dorm.
When she arrived at the Art Building, Iris decided to rework her ponytail. As she was tucking her hair into the last tight loop of the hairband, it snapped. It seemed like there was always something that went wrong in these situations. She tossed the broken band into a trashcan and made her way to the fourth floor — long poofy locks flowing behind.
"You made it." Said Brenn as Iris neared the room.
"Yes, where am I going to be today?" she asked.
Iris removed her sandals outside of the studio and left them in the hall. Her bare feet slapped against the cool tile floor as she approached the Professor.
"Let's keep it simple today."
Brenn picked up the paisley pillow and set in on the ground about eight feet from a stool and easel.
"An easel, getting fancy today, Professor." Iris quipped.
"I do tend to prefer the finer things." he replied.
"I bet you do."
Iris sat directly on the paisley pillow, tucking her legs in against her left hip. She stared at Brenn as he drew her and considered what he said in his office. Did she really have that much of an effect on him last time? He assumed she noticed, and that meant what? That he got an erection. Was he attracted to her? Did he think she was sexy? Was he a little horny right now? Probably not in her jeans and hoodie. But when she thought of it, the room was getting kind of warm.
"Could I take off my hoodie?" Iris asked.
"That would be fine. I opened some windows, but the room still heated up." he responded.
She stood up an unzipped the hoodie. Brenn took the moment to glance at the messages on his phone. She tossed the hoodie off to the side, Iris wasn't wearing anything underneath. Brenn looked up and saw her exposed breasts — running his eyes over her bare skin.
"A bellybutton piercing. I wouldn't have expected." he remarked.
Iris didn't stop. She popped the front button of her pants and unzipped the fly and slid down her tight jeans. She wore no underwear. Her body was completely naked to him, with long dark hair a high contrast against her soft ivory skin.
"Sit back down." Brenn ordered.
She obeyed, sitting down on the pillow. Her already thick hips widened slightly as her butt pressed into the cushion. He continued with his art, seeming unfazed by the situation. It surprised her that the Professor made no further remark after that. Perhaps it didn't have the effect she expected, and the previous session was a fluke. Iris was past the point which she had planned for.
'Look at him — handsome, tall, well groomed, well respected. What could you expect?' She thought.
Iris wasn't even sure what she wanted if he had reacted. Would they have had one magical night for her to keep as a youthful memory, or was she destined to chicken out if he returned her advances. So, she just sat there and considered the answer, totally naked, in front of her Professor.
The jolt that Iris felt stripping in front of him was short lived. Since telling her to sit, Brenn seemed all business. At one point he did stand up and walked over, telling Iris to angle her chin up till her pouty face was aligned with his. He towered above her, and the moment felt like it could lead to something, but he returned to his work.
She grew petulant as her desires clarified in her mind. Iris wanted Brenn to touch her. No, she wanted Brenn to fuck her. She wanted to feel him, not Eddie, inside of her — to witness him lose control as he took what he wanted. And most of all, for him to want her, but Brenn kept drawing and drawing. At this point Iris began to second guess her wild decision. Her eyes reddened a little as panic set in. He was completely ignoring what happened and acting like a total professional.
Iris's crush on Professor Brenn was profound, and as much as she hated herself and tried to ignore it, she was entirely unable to. It caused her so much confusion that she had made one bad decision after another. That moment being her life's crowning achievement in stupidity. She started to feel bad for Eddie and wondered if she could drop Art History. More than that, she was just ashamed.
"I think I should put my clothes back on." she said.
"No, we're almost done." Brenn stated flatly.
Iris looked at the clock. They had only been there ninety minutes. Maybe she should just leave, the money wasn't too important. She could just stand up, put on her clothes, and leave. But before she made her choice, Brenn stood up.
"Alright, I'm finished with that. Good session overall." he said.
She did it. She was free. All she had to do was put this stupid day behind her. Iris began to get up.
"Where are you going?" Brenn asked.
"To get my clothes." she replied timidly.
"You stay there." He instructed.
"Yes Professor." Her bleak hope sprang back to life.
"I'm assuming it wasn't an accident that you stripped completely naked in front of me."
"You told me to 'just wear a hoodie and jeans'."
"What?" asked Brenn.
"You told me 'just wear a hoodie and jeans' and I asked for permission to take off the hoodie. I'm sorry for taking off the pants without asking."
She wasn't stupid, her actions were very deliberate. It was clear to Brenn that Iris wanted to seduce him, but she seemed to need some context to make her comfortable with the situation. Brenn thought for a moment, trying to figure out the rules to the strange game Iris was playing. He reworked his entire show to feature her. He was losing sleep thinking about this woman. He couldn't mess this up.
"So, you do everything I tell you to do?" he asked.
"Yes Professor."
Bingo, he had it, but he needed to be careful not to overplay his hand. She needed him in control, but that didn't mean he couldn't scare her off. Brenn reclaimed his domineering attitude and walked toward her. Iris enticed him completely — her sharpness, her absurd self-consciousness over her perfect body, her desperate need to please him. How could he help it? She looked up at him with her dark eyes, which offered everything.
"Touch yourself." he said.
She said nothing, but adjusted her legs, splaying them on either side of the pillow clearly revealing her vagina. Using the pointer finger of her right hand she massaged her clitoris. The room was completely silent aside from her quickening breaths and the faint wet sound of Iris caressing herself. She never looked away from his eyes as she did it. He never told her she could. Not stopping or slowing, she continued to work herself with a deliberate focus. It wouldn't last long with him so close to her, watching her. Iris's upper chest blushed a deep pink as she crescendoed towards her climax.
"May I? Please!" She pleaded.
"What?" he asked mildly.
"May I come in front of you, Professor?"
"You may."
He scarcely got the words out when she began to shudder violently from her hips — arching herself sharply forward as she balanced her weight upon one rigid arm. Two of her fingers now penetrated firmly into her, making a lewd squelching sound while she continued to masturbate through her orgasm. Iris's breasts trembled noticeably, her erect nipples tracing tight circles in the air as she continued to shake.
Iris was shocked by the size of her orgasm. Her cries were enormous, she was so caught up she didn't even try to stifle them. The large windows of the room stood wide open, anyone outside could have heard. When the it had subsided, Iris was still mildly vibrating from the adrenaline. She was ready to slump onto the ground and could have laid there indefinitely. Instead, she sat back up to face him, badly wanting to touch him and he to touch her. But Brenn turned and started for the door.
"That will be all for today." he said. "You'll come back for another session tomorrow. I'll let you know when."
Iris didn't respond. She would come and he knew it. After Brenn had left, she stood up from the paisley pillow. It was now damp from her fluids.
Part 4
The following day was early Art History class. Iris looked back at her actions from the previous night with mixed emotions. She woke up early to surprise Eddie with coffee. Thanks to the $600 she earned in the past week, she was much less financially constrained. Iris met her boyfriend with a big smile and his favorite drink.
"Thanks, that's too nice of you." Eddie said.
"It's no problem. I had my third session last night." Iris replied, immediately wishing she didn't bring it up.
"That's good money. How many more sessions do you expect to have?"
"Probably just one or two more. We didn't even use the whole time yesterday." Iris felt incredibly guilty, but knew she would keep going.
"At least that helps the job situation for this semester. Oh, I have good news. My design teacher said he could help me get a better slot for my studio time. So, we can probably see each other a little more this semester." said Eddie.
He really tried to prioritize their relationship, and it made Iris feel awful.
"That's terrific!" she said in a saccharine tone.
Professor Brenn came strutting down the hall, a thick satchel in his hand. Iris avoided his gaze as he passed.
"Good morning, everyone." said Brenn, unlocking the door and guiding the class into the room. "We're going to try something a little different today. Your first assignment grades were pretty miserable, outside of a few exceptions. But I have decided to take pity on you."
The classroom desks were pre-arranged in a large circle.
"Take whichever seat. Today you will have the chance to earn a few extra credit participation points." Brenn continued. "Now bear with me, one of my colleagues suggested this would help with engagement. If you want to participate, raise your hand and the most recent participant will throw this to you and then you will have a chance to answer."
Brenn reached into his bag and removed the paisley pillow. Iris was horrified to see it'
'Why would he do this?' She thought. It was such a private thing, and now he was parading it in front of the class.
"First question. Who reintroduced contrapposto to sculpture?" asked the Professor.
"Donatello!" Iris said frantically, her hand bolting into the air.
"I admire your enthusiasm Ms. Shaughnessy. Next time wait for the pillow." He tossed it to her.
After catching the pillow, Iris hastily perused its surface. At first it seemed fine but when she checked the reverse side, she found a dark spot as though something had dried on it. It was from her, her own arousal fluids from masturbating on the pillow twelve hours earlier. She missed the second question and now several hands around the room were raised. Iris held the pillow close to her, afraid to give it up.
"Are you okay? What's the matter? You need to throw it." Eddie whispered.
She wouldn't budge.
"Throw the pillow Iris." said Brenn.
She obeyed, tossing it to a young woman across the room. Luckily, the woman didn't seem to notice anything. Iris raised her hand for the third question, but the pillow was thrown to a guy on the other side of the class. To Iris's horror, once he had answered the question, he placed the pillow on his desk and laid his head on it. The guy raised his head from the pillow, looking surprised, and said something to the tall student sitting next to him. She was so distracted that she missed the next question too. The pillow was tossed again, this time Eddie caught it.
"Catherine 'de Medici." answered Eddie.
The spot on the pillow was right in front of him. The busy pattern somewhat camouflaged it, but it was right there. Eddie brushed the surface of the pillow with his hand, potentially noticing the spot.
"Give it to me after he asks." Iris whispered to Eddie, hoping to distract him.
"I would pick you anyway, just raise your hand." he replied.
He passed it to her without further inspection. She held the pillow tight once more, but when the next question was asked, only one hand was raised — the tall student on the other side of the room. Iris realized, if she made another scene, it would only help to associate her with the pillow. She threw it to the tall student. After answering the question, he inspected it, flipped it over, put the pillow to his face, and smelled. His eyes widened and he conferred with the student next to him, nodding his head.
Iris was completely mortified. She watched the pair of guys snickering to each other through the rest of the activity. Thankfully, no one aside from the two of them took much interest in the pillow, but the damage was done. Iris was now furious with Professor Brenn.
Class ended and Iris darted out of the room, aiming to avoid the Professor. When she was about halfway down the hall, Eddie shouted for her. He needed to jog to catch up.
"You trying to avoid me?" Eddie said sarcastically
"Sorry, I forgot to mention I need to get to my next class early today." Iris responded.
"One second. Here you go."
Eddie handed her a loose piece of paper which was folded once. It had Iris's name written on it.
"What is this?" she asked.
"I don't know. Professor Brenn told me to give it to you. I'm going the other way. Let's meet up later. I love you."
"I love you too. See you later."
As Iris continued to walk, she unfolded and read the brief note.
Iris, Come to the studio at 12 pm today.
PS Don't overthink your outfit. You won't be needing it.
Iris left her economics class early that morning and went to the Art Building.
"I need to say something." Iris shouted, bursting into Brenn's studio. "I wasn't happy with what happened this morning."
"That's understandable, I just wanted to get your attention, but that was probably a step too far." Brenn replied as pulled her close and began to undo the buttons on her hooded sweater.
"No really, that note was insanity. Eddie easily could have seen it."
"Why are you worried about that? What's your plan? To let me have my way with you and then ride off into the sunset with him. You're smarter than that."
She didn't answer. Her body was shaking as he pulled her sweater off, but not from anger. Beneath the sweater, Iris wore a negligible lacy red bra which did little more than frame her breasts — her nipples were completely uncovered.
"You were certainly expecting to see me today. Did you wear this to class?" asked Brenn, inspecting the lingerie.
"Yes." Iris answered in a bitter voice.
Brenn yanked down Iris's jeans to reveal the matching panties. They were a miniscule crotchless pair which merely ornamented her visible pubic hair and vagina.
The previous night, after she had masturbated for him, Iris took the twenty-minute bus ride downtown to an Adults Only Store & Lingerie Shop. Because the store sold pornography, it was open late. When she stepped inside, a couple of middle-aged customers noticed her. She wasn't sure if it was because of the type of store or because of what she did in front of Professor Brenn earlier, but for the first time in her life, she understood what the looks from these men meant. She could have easily had either of them, both of them, if she wanted. They were out at night pathetically seeking a pale imitation of what she could offer them. But she wasn't there for them. She only had one man on her mind.
Iris still wore only her hoodie, jeans, and thong sandals. She went to the bus directly from her rendezvous with Brenn. One of the reasons she surprised the Professor by stripping naked was, she felt none of her underwear was sexy enough to make the necessary point. He told her it was their last session, and she wanted to send her message, loud and clear.
The section of the store with the intimate toys and lingerie was in the back. Iris had been there once before with Eddie. They ate brunch at a trendy cafe a block away and went window shopping after. When they reached the shop, Eddie dared her to go in. That time, they were only in the store for a couple of minutes — giggling at some of the more ridiculous dildos. But Iris was very serious today. She approached the lingerie counter. Most of the sets were displayed behind the it and required assistance from a clerk.
"Is there something I can help you with?" the clerk, thankfully a woman, asked.
Iris thought that the woman used a voice that was far too loud for what could have been a discreet transaction, and she wasn't wrong. Another patron, shopping for intimate items with his wife, heard the question and watched Iris from the corner of his eye. He was curious to see what the attractive young woman would buy.
"I'm looking for a bra and panties. A set that match." Iris used an extra quiet voice, hoping to clue the clerk in to the fact that she wanted to be more muted.
"Yeah. We have a lot of nice sets." said the clerk loudly. Missing Iris's hint completely.
The clerk pulled down a few sets on hangers and a couple out of a drawer. They were all nice and sexy, but she wanted to pick something that was sure to get his attention.
"These are nice but…," said Iris
"Yes, dear?" asked the clerk.
"Well, they're a little more modest than I was looking for."
The clerk gave Iris an amused look. The outfits she provided were very risqué.
"Was there something you saw that caught your eye?"
Slightly embarrassed, Iris pointed to the essentially pornographic red lingerie set she would inevitably buy. It was currently worn by a beige mannequin torso. The man who covertly watched Iris was thrilled by her choice. He immediately imagined her in it.
"That set is very sexy. What size are you?" asked the clerk.
"32 B and small." Iris answered.
The clerk pulled an identical set in Iris's size from a drawer behind the counter.
"You can try on the bra if you like, but cup size doesn't matter much with this style. If you're a 32, it should fit fine." said the clerk.
"I'm sure it will be fine." said Iris.
The lingerie rang up for $188 dollars. Iris had eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for at least one meal a day since starting school, to cut expenses. She thrifted for the majority of her clothes for the same reason. She used the same crappy phone that her parents bought her in middle school. But Iris jumped at the chance to spend the $188 on lingerie to surprise her Professor.
"He's a lucky man." said the clerk, presumptuous but correct. She handed Iris the bag with her purchase.
The next morning Iris was of two minds. She was wracked with guilt for her decisions the day before, but knew she would see Professor Brenn again. She got up early to buy Eddie a coffee, but beneath her clothes she wore the sluttiest lingerie possible — an outfit her boyfriend would never see. Professor Brenn pissed her off with the pillow stunt, but somewhere deep down she was happy to be on his mind.
Despite the contradictory nature of her thoughts, all that mattered now was the reality of the situation. And the reality was, her being escorted hand-in-hand to a bed by Professor Brenn and she was naked, aside from the $188 spent the night before.
The Professor laid Iris down on the bed, gently. She slid the hairband off of her ponytail and tossed her hair back before setting her head on the pillow, scattering her long brown locks about her head. She straightened it this morning and wanted him to see. Brenn unbuttoned his crisp blue shirt as he stood at the bedside. He took off the shirt and placed it on a chairback and began to unclasp his belt. Iris was excited to finally see his body. Brenn was muscular with hair on his chest and belly. He put his pants on the chair and nonchalantly slipped off his briefs, revealing his large member.
He climbed into bed next to her and surprised Iris with how delicate he was. Brenn looked into Iris's eyes and caressed the hair on her scalp and kissed her. She began to shake slightly from nervousness. It had all been a fantasy up until this point. Iris was overtaken by a heightened sense of reality, finding it hard to reconcile the person she thought she was with the things she was now doing. Her actions were excruciatingly cruel to Eddie, but she couldn’t imagine wanting anything in the world more than she wanted this. The intensity grew quickly as he laced his fingers in her dark hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth. They continued to make-out and the Professor moved his rough hand down to her breast and began teasing her nipple. Iris emitted a satisfied "mmm", and her tongue swirled in his mouth ecstatically.
Anxious to reciprocate her arousal, she reached for his penis. It was awkward for her, because they were still face-to-face, and he was much taller than she. Iris adjusted herself lower on the bed — just enough to get hold of him without breaking away from his lips. She was very excited, but her main priority was to finally please this man. It thrilled her to finally wrap her fingers around his penis, but the long reach limited her movement. The stimulation she could provide from that angle seemed inadequate.
Iris broke from the kiss and sprang up, assertively clambering onto all fours. Her face was now at his abdomen and her butt protruded into the air near his face. She held his penis firmly, massaging it near the base. Drawing in close, she smacked her lips wetly on the head of his erection and took him into her mouth. Brenn enjoyed what she was doing, but from his vantage he couldn't see her. Iris's thick hair curtained her activities from his view. She eventually realized this and tossed the obscuring hair to the other side of her head using her right arm. This act revealed Iris all at once as she obscenely dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft — locking eyes with him.
As she continued to give him fellatio, Brenn took advantage of their respective positions. He pulled down her panties. Iris paused what she was doing long enough to help — wriggling her legs and butt to get the red lingerie past her knees which rested on the bed. After tossing aside the panties, the Professor brashly inspected Iris's intimate area.
Only once had Iris allowed Eddie to go down on her and it did not go well. In general, when he 'did stuff for her', it entailed him fingering Iris while she gave him either a hand job or head. Rarely had she allowed Eddie to have his face near her vagina. She just wasn't comfortable with it.
Brenn lifted Iris's right knee, moving her leg to the other side of his head. She was now straddling his head while she worked her mouth up and down on his engorged penis. She loved his deep musky, which now covered her saliva-slicked face. Brenn had his head back on the pillow and was looking straight up between her legs. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down to him – parting her vagina with his tongue.
Brenn was no novice and her involuntary reaction to what he was doing shifted her efforts from focused and purposeful to erratic and distracted. She loved it, but Brenn soon stopped and slid her off. She watched him with a curious expression. He reached for his pants, his large member still standing at attention. He fished a condom out of the pocket and opened it and held it in front of his penis and unrolled it down the shaft. Brenn held out two fingers and gently pushed Iris on the collar bone. She allowed herself to be directed — laying back down on the bed.
Her experience with sex was minimal. The two times she and Eddie had been together were best described as trial and error. It was questionable even to call it two times. During their first attempt, Eddie had struggled to enter her — only managing to get the head in part way. The second time was successful, but uncomfortable. It left her dubious of how much she could enjoy sex. For some reason, it was a feeling that existed somehow separate from how much she desired Professor Brenn.
Iris laid on the bed with her legs straight out, her knees were firmly held together. She was very turned on but very nervous. Brenn sat on the bed beside her and leaned down and kissed her lips gently. He placed his hand on her thigh and gently guided it. She parted her legs, bending her knees fully so they pointed straight up. He got in position above her and carefully aligned himself. Their eyes were locked on one another's. Brenn pushed himself into Iris as slowly as was possible. The fit was incredibly snug, but she was so wet that he progressed steadily. She began to wear a strained look on her face — brow furrowed and eyes clenched tight. He continued to push, gradually penetrating her deeper.
"Ahh!" She cried loudly. Iris was so aroused already that she orgasmed from just his penetration. It wasn't nearly as large as her orgasm yesterday, but it made her very pleased. She was doubtful she would get one from sex and now that she had, she felt much better acclimated to Brenn's penis. She wanted him inside of her. So, she pulled him close and kissed him intensely as her orgasm subsided.
Feeling Iris's comfort increasing, Brenn began to move himself in and out, incredibly slowly. The pair had stopped kissing. Iris watched him, enthralled. As he continued thrusting, her steady breathing gradually became haggard and raw. Brenn saw that she was nodding her head, almost imperceptibly. He began to hasten his pace, pushing into her deeper and deeper. She didn't say a word but nodded faster, refusing to take her eyes off of his. He slid his hand behind Iris, grabbing her left ass cheek. He used the grip to pull her into his hard thrusts as he discarded his gentle pretenses and began to fuck her.
Iris's breasts circled in a constant pattern as he continued to push himself into her. They were perpendicular now and she reached out for him pitifully — wishing to pull him close as she approached another orgasm. She found herself subjugated to his needs, a subordinate forced to yield to each of his whims and pleasures. It was everything she had hoped for. With a sudden force, something profound shifted low inside of her, bringing on her climax all at once.
"Oh, Fuck!" Iris screamed and her body shivered violently as the enormous orgasm washed over her. Iris's ecstasy kicked Brenn over the edge. He fell into her embrace shoving his face against the pillow just above her right shoulder. He pinned Iris fast to the bed, arching his back and still driving himself into her contracting vagina mercilessly.
He growled fiercely from his orgasm — muffled by the pillow. Brenn's tempo changed to slow thrusts which pressed him as hard and far into Iris as possible, causing loud wet slaps as their bodies met. By degrees, Brenn went slack on top of her. He turned his face to his student. She proceeded to cover her exhausted Professor with slow sweet kisses. He was still inside of her.
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