by Jaz Monday
As the full weight of the orgasm finally washed over her, she cried out. "I love you, Coop." The pleasure rippled through her, ripped through her, and across her. Sonia's body fell limp and slid forward onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and the rubber cock still inside her twin caverns.
"Baby?" I breathed, softly massaging and stroking her shaking ass. The rubber shaft connecting her anus and vagina looked surreal. It was frosted with lubricant, heat, and vaginal juices. Bending down, I licked up along the hard shaft, and then eased the toy out of her.
She was unconscious. Her body had been pushed beyond its limits. She lay there, on the cold epoxy floor, her cunt and asshole distended and abused, the rippled pink walls of her anus and inner vagina visible in the glow of the Bunsen burners. Streaks of petroleum jelly collected along the rim of her tender asshole, and frothy white ambrosia leaked from her cunt. I set the drying tube on the floor beside us and lovingly massaged the globes of her ass again. Her skin was warm and moist. My cock screamed with pain, as if the skin itself would split and tear and abandon the bloody contents of my cock across Sonia's still back.
"Sonia, Jesus, you're so beautiful," I whispered, and slowly lowered my mouth to her ass. I nuzzled my nose against the soft cleft of her ass and breathed in her scent. My hands took hold of her cheeks, gently, and spread them apart. I had to taste her. My mind would allow me no other thought, no other desire. My tongue found her asshole and licked inside it and around it. I could taste a bitter copper, and this made me push myself further inside her. I wanted to clean her, to make her perfect again. And the more I licked at her distended asshole, the harder and more painful my cock became.
She moaned after a few minutes, a soft, tender song from under my weight, and began slowly to thrust her ass back toward my tongue and my face. I tried to enter her with my face, pressing my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my nose into her ass and cunt. I needed her so completely!
I sat up on my haunches and spat a drop of saliva into my hand. "I have to fuck you again," I said, to which she merely moaned and nodded her approval.
Rubbing the spittle into the head of my cock, I slowly leaned forward and spread the cheeks of her ass. It was my turn, and the only place in the world I wanted, needed, to be at that moment was in my love's ass.
She felt different, ever more vast, cavernous, as my cock slid easily into her asshole. The feeling was amazing, though, even without the tight warmth I'd grown accustomed to all these weeks I'd spent in her bottom. I leaned forward, my cock fully inside her, and ground my pelvis into her soft, wet ass-cheeks. Three long strokes later and I was overwhelmed by one of the most intense orgasms of my life, pumping what felt like an impossible amount of jism into her dark, abused hole. She cried out along with me as I came. When my cock finally stopped twitching, I slowly withdrew it and laid myself down beside her. The cold floor was an amazing counterpoint to the heat I felt within me and from Sonia's soaking wet body. I pulled her onto her side and spooned her tightly.
"Did you like it?" I asked softly.
She nodded.
I kissed the back of her head and pulled her closer.
"I've never come so hard before," she said finally.
"You liked the dildo?"
"Oh my God, Coop. It was amazing." Fatigue hung on her voice like a cloak. All she could do was whisper in dreamy, tired tones. She was entirely spent. "And when you went in my ass again, afterwards, I don't know. I felt like I was going to break, as if a rubber band was being pulled so, so tight inside me. Pulled so tight it was about to snap. I've never felt that before."
"Are you sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you?"
"No, no, no. It was a good breaking--a very good breaking. It was beautiful."
My body sank into the memory foam pillow topper as if it actually was foam, slathered in a thick layer atop my mattress. This was Sonia's doing. She'd said we would have more fun--that it would put more spring into our mutual steps--than with the regular mattress alone. Fair enough, even the immodest price of the thing. But now, lying on it--in it--for the first time, I wondered if I'd be able to get out of it unassisted. It made me feel strangely helpless, but comfortable. And then it occurred to me suddenly that she was probably right--once I wedged her into an agreeable position in this stuff, there'd be no getting out. And I'd be able to get some very nice leverage in the stuff, too, to really dig in.
"I think I like it," I said loudly after a while.
"I told you," Sonia replied from my home office, set up in the bedroom opposite the master suite.
"You did."
"I'll be in after just a bit, okay?" she said from between keystrokes. "I just wanna check e-mail before bed."
"Okay. I'm not going anywhere," I laughed. "I can't go anywhere. I'm stuck in this stuff."
"Ha ha," she replied humorlessly. "Just watch some TV or something. I'll 'help' you in a bit."
Leaning over, I grabbed the remote control from the nightstand. It reposed beside the double-headed, U-shaped dildo that I'd hidden in the lab. We'd used it several times in the last few weeks. Sonia had even begged, pleaded, and coerced me into ordering an even larger one--this having become such a featured part of our toy collection and our lovemaking. Seeing the heavy rubber shafts of the dildo sent an electric jolt down my spine and into my cock. I couldn't wait to use it again.
I rocked back into the hollow I'd created for myself in the topper and turned on the television. The LCD screen flashed onto a cable science channel where a large pair of breasts were splayed open, quite literally, to cover the entire viewing area. A pair of hands, sheathed in blue surgical gloves, came into frame and roughly pushed and pulled at a large flap of skin on one of the breasts. I was both revolted and enthralled by the gore. The callousness and almost violence of the surgeon was shocking, and gave the whole scene a decidedly surreal edge. I found I couldn't stop watching, though. And, as I watched, I had to admit I was getting turned on. By the time the surgeon had completely removed one nipple and was moving to the second, roughly tugging and scraping at the poor woman's breasts, my cock was rock hard and straining at my boxers.
I considered touching myself, but judged that act too pathological. As sex-crazed as I'd become since meeting Sonia, even I had to draw the line at jacking off to breast reduction surgery. Still, I was hugely turned on and couldn't help imaging myself pumping my cock and coming all over these tits. Not in the operating room, though, I told myself. I watched for a few more minutes. The second nipple came off, and both were placed neatly in stainless steel dishes on a surgical tray. Next, three large flaps of skin were made of each breast. When the surgeon began pulling and stretching the tissue back into place, I decided I'd had enough.
Having changed the channel, I settled on a program about the construction of the world's largest oil tanker. This proved interesting, and benign.
"How's it going, angel?" I asked.
"Great," Sonia replied, her voice high. Something had made her happy.
"Good," I said with no particular volume. I touched my cock again, almost subconsciously, and it responded to my touch. I was feeling decidedly horny.
Having soon lost interest in the shipbuilding, I flipped through several more channels. I cast an expectant glance toward the bedroom door, hoping to see Sonia coming through, but I was still alone. I clicked the Input button on the remote control and the screen went black. I clicked it again and Input 2 displayed, with a full screen likeness of a familiar cock--my own--held tight by a delicate brown sphincter. Smiling, I shuffled to retrieve the DVD player remote control from the nightstand. I pressed play, and eased back to watch myself making love.
It was slightly odd, watching myself. Not at all like the first time I watched this disc, directly after Sonia and I made it with our new DVD camcorder. Watching it with her felt almost as if we were doing it. We were there together, sharing it. Watching ourselves alone, suddenly, took on an odd detachment--almost a voyeuristic air--yet it was me I was watching, and Sonia. The discon
nection from the moment made it all seem strangely more erotic. My cock twitched again. At the moment I pulled my cock out of Sonia's asshole and she rolled me over to mount me in cowgirl position, I found my cock in my hand, the glans squeezed and thrust through the circle of my thumb and index finger. I couldn't keep from pleasuring myself as I watched Sonia riding me on the screen.
I took a small clitoral vibrator from the nightstand, something Sonia and I had recently come to play with almost daily, and pressed the blunt, studded end of it against the foreskin on the back of my glans. As I turned the device on, a soft, low hum filled the room and a faint pleasure began to fill my shaft and down into my balls. A quick glance at the door told me she wasn't coming yet.
Just one quick come, I thought, before she comes in.
Pushing back onto the pillows to get into a more comfortable position, I ran the vibrator up and down the head of my cock. As I watched the cock sliding in and out of Sonia on the television, the small machine danced along my most sensitive nerve endings, sending me almost immediately to the cusp of orgasm. I pulled it away from my head and, with my other hand, pulled back the foreskin. My head was purple and trembling, and I lowered the small studs of the vibrating nub down onto the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and drank in the pleasure.
"Well, that's not fair."
My eyes burst open and I froze, the vibrator still pressed onto my cock. I looked at Sonia nervously.
She was smiling, standing there completely naked at the foot of my bed, her hands on her hips. "You horny little thing. You started without me!"
I gestured to the television with the vibrator. "I'm sorry, baby. I got a bit carried away watching us."
She climbed onto the bed and lay down between my legs, her head mere inches from my still-hard and throbbing penis. "Here," she said, and took the vibrator. She licked the end, still vibrating, and let it pulse against her tongue. "Let me help you with that."
I took my cock and pressed the head against her face, running it down her cheek and across her lips, which she parted for me.
She bit down on the head of my cock, ever so gently, and allowed her teeth to scrape along the back of the glans. The sensations made my toes spasm and sent an icy pain/pleasure up my spine. "Lie back."
"I want to watch," I protested.
"Okay," she said, sitting up on her elbows and taking my cock in her hand. She took the clitoral vibrator and placed it expertly on my frenulum, the membrane that attaches the foreskin to the glans. The area is dense, teeming with nerves. The vibrations concentrated there by the little machine took my breath away. Almost instantly, with Sonia pressing the vibrator hard against the nerves, it was over.
"Sonia," I managed, but only barely, before the intensity of the stimulation caused a thin, milky jet of come to spray from my cock. It caught her directly on her mouth and, as she licked the fluid up, several much thicker jets of come followed onto her face. Time, it seemed, was slightly out of synch. I was on the third spasm of fluid out of my penis before the associated explosion of orgasm washed over me. After the semen slowed to a dribble from my urethra, half a dozen more intense tremors of ecstasy shook my sex without the accompanying gush of jism.
"That was nice," I managed to say from behind a wide, happy grin. This was the understatement of the year. My insides still shook from the electromechanical onslaught.
"Yes, it was," Sonia agreed. My fluids dressed her smile.
She eased up on the bed beside me, swimming over the pillow topper as if it were filled with water, and lay down beside me. "I've got some news, Professor Corbis," she said, slowly sucking a thick rope of my come from her fingers. She maintained eye contact throughout and made sure I could fully observe the act as she imbibed my seed.
"Yeah?" I responded, watching her as if frozen.
"Uh huh."
"Well?" I asked. "What?"
"You just came all over the face of a graduate student," she announced with a giddy squeal.
"You got accepted? Angel, that's incredible. Congratulations!"
"I'm so excited! I just got an e-mail from the department. Nothing provisional or anything, either--I'm completely in. And, on top of that, tomorrow is graduation. Can it get any better?"
"Come here," I commanded, taking her head in my hands and leaning forward to kiss her. Our tongues probed each other's mouths, and I could taste my come on her lips and in her mouth. We ground ourselves together in a tight, heaving tangle, rolling around on the soft, cloudlike bed. I could not pull her body close enough to sate my hunger. Likewise, she dug and tore at my back and chest and sucked and bit at my lips. We were possessed, gnashing our bodies together. No matter how close we found ourselves, we could not seem to extinguish the fire. I had to have her again; I had to taste her delicious sex.
Somehow, we managed to crawl under the heavy comforter. In doing so, Sonia maneuvered herself around so that her gorgeous slit hung directly at my mouth. I grasped her thick ass-cheeks in either hand and pulled her down onto my tongue. As I began lapping at her dripping hole, I felt her lips and tongue tease at my flaccid penis, licking around the glans. Soon I was fully inside her mouth, my soft shaft growing harder with each tease and swirl of her practiced tongue. Our noises, loud moans and slurps, combined with the soundtrack of our lovemaking on the DVD and filled the bedroom with an odd, impassioned symphony. The sounds of sex reverberated from every direction around us.
"Your tongue," Sonia cried. "Fuck."
All I could do was moan against her slick flesh. I was in heaven.
Chapter Seven
The alarm clock didn't wake us. It had taken an unexpected fall during the previous night, and now it lay in two relatively distinct pieces on the floor beside the bed. That didn't really matter, given that we had no place we had to be until the Commencement Ceremony at two o'clock. The sun cast a golden, vibrant glow through the bedroom window. Looking beyond the window, past Sonia's still-sleeping body, I watched the leaves of my evergreen oak dance and sway in the delicate morning breeze. In the distance, I could hear dogs barking, the plaintive squeal of a school bus's brakes, and one of my neighbors firing up his riding mower. Abruptly, an intense feeling of euphoria and contentment developed in my gut and took flight fully in my chest. I had butterflies.
Softly, I caressed Sonia's hair. She stirred slightly, and sighed. Gently, careful not to wake her, I drew my fingertips along the brown skin of the nape of her neck, down her spine, and back up to her shoulder.
I was the luckiest guy in the world, and I knew it. I could feel it. I had everything: a rewarding career, my dream car, a beautiful house, a fair bit of money saved up. But, more important now than any of the rest of it, I had found the love of my life, my raison d'etre. I leaned back against a stack of pillows, with one hand behind my head, the other resting on Sonia's shoulder.
I considered how we'd gotten here--not here in my bedroom on the morning of Sonia's graduation, but here in life, in the universal sense, together. It was almost sixteen weeks ago that she'd walked into my classroom and into my life--almost sixteen weeks ago to the day that her mere presence had sent me, for the first time in my life, running out of my classroom to relieve myself sexually in the bathroom. I chuckled slightly, thinking about that experience: abandoning my post to jerk myself off. At school, on campus! It was absurd.
Sonia stirred, and I stroked her soothingly.
I couldn't conceive of any other time in my life that I would have had the balls, no pun intended, to do something like that. But she had, in a manner of speaking, inspired me. And she continued, continues, to inspire me. I thought of all the others things we'd done, for the first time, together: her show for me in class; my going down on in her in my office; the desperate, perverse obsession plaguing me for weeks on end, which culminated in my breaking into her dorm room to violate her in her sleep; the sound--God, the sound, my cock twitched now at the very thought of the pleasure she introduced to me there; the black rubber dildo doubly penetrating her in the la
b; the endless succession of sexual positions; the anal sex; the near-constant oral sex. She was to me the embodiment and physical fulfillment of my every sexual desire.
She stirred again, flipping over onto her stomach, the naked globes of her ass like two beautiful hills rising from a canyon in the comforter. She was beginning to awaken, but wasn't yet lucid. Sitting quietly, I stared at the swells of her buttocks. I variously wanted to sit here forever, considering them like fine art, and to crawl over and bury my tongue in her cleavage.
But it wasn't just the sex, though, astonishing as it was. She had changed my life entirely, on the most fundamental level. I'd been horribly jaded towards students before, although outwardly not as much as some of the faculty--at least that was how I rationalized it. My life and my interests were limited to the laboratory. Teaching was a necessary evil and an annoyance dictated by my research contract. Meeting Sonia, though, suddenly caused a new vista to open. My role, and the responsibilities I defined for myself, had changed entirely. I became what I should always have been. She made me a teacher. And from her successes: doing well enough to allow me to make her my new lab assistant; graduating; getting accepted to graduate school, I derived as much gratification as I did in my own success. I would never have guessed that I could have felt like that.
But I did. And it was because of Sonia.
"Good morning, angel," I said, as she finally opened her eyes.
"Hey," she said.
"Did you sleep well?" It all felt so incredibly domestic, so ordinary and incredible. Something had happened. I wasn't sure exactly when. Not necessarily last night. Maybe it was a cumulative process. But something important had happened in my mind, in my heart. Things would no longer be the same for me.
"I did," she said. "You?"
"Incredible."
That made her smile, and she slinked up closer to me, rolling onto her back so she could consider the bedroom window with me. She lay on the pillow beside me, just staring into space, soaking up the tranquility.
