by Jaz Monday
It was I, now, who nodded.
"Not just these three guys," she continued. "I want more. If you want to see me getting fucked, then I want you to see me getting fucked. Anyone and everyone who comes into this room tonight is gonna fuck me. In my pussy, up my asshole, everywhere. And you have to be there. No getting pissed off or hurt. No leaving."
I nodded, my cock straining against my pants. My heart pounded in my chest. "If you want me to be there."
"I need you to be, Coop." She looked me in the eyes, her expression severe. Something had changed in her now, as it had in me, and we were finally on precisely the same wavelength. We both knew this would alter and elevate our relationship forever.
"Then I'll be here."
"And I need you to fuck me, too. You and I. Together. I don't want you to just watch. I want you to fuck me, too. I need to feel your cock, too, or it won't be right."
Soda Can Cock watched our exchange with bemused interest. Finally, he asked, "What did you say? You guys want to get in on this?"
And then I recognized him.
It was Diwaine Mosley, a former student of mine: a defensive tackle on the football team. I smiled, and he smiled in recognition. "I want you to fuck my girlfriend. You, and them"--I gestured to the other guys--"and any of your other friends that want to come."
"Dr. Corbis, that's crazy, man." Curiously, he never stopped stroking his enormous penis as he spoke. "Are you playing?"
I smiled silently as I pulled Sonia's skirt down her wide, thick legs. She was not wearing panties. As she stepped out of the skirt, she spread her legs for me, and I knelt down and lapped hungrily at her dripping cunt. Her juice thickly smeared her thighs and the bottoms of her ass- cheeks. Her eyes never left Diwaine's. For a moment, a pang of possessiveness shot through my core, from the bottom of my gut to my heart, where it felt for a brief moment as if the organ would shoot out of my chest.
Can I do this? I thought, panicked. This beautiful woman was all that I had, all that mattered in my life. She was everything to me. What the hell am I doing? Can I really share her? What am I thinking?
Sonia moaned desperately at my tonguing. I decided again that she had to have this pleasure. No matter what the consequence, here we were, and I needed her to have this experience. I had to have faith in us--in our future. I didn't fully understand my motivations, but something inside me told me that this was the right thing to do. This was the only thing. The final thing.
"If you say it's okay," Diwaine said.
"Yes," I said from between Sonia's legs. To underscore what we needed, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, kneading the swollen head in my hand. I continued licking and biting at Sonia's labia, riding her crotch as she forced it down onto me. I pulled the foreskin back over my glans, and then eased it back on, slowly jacking off just the head of my cock.
I didn't need to repeat my offer.
Diwaine stepped out from behind the plump little blonde and brought his cock over to Sonia. "All right then, Shorty."
She pulled away from my mouth. From my vantage point on the floor, I could see Diwaine slide the head of his cock between Sonia's legs. He ran his shaft back and forth along her labia, as both of them still stood in the center of the room. They kissed deeply, their mouths stuck clumsily together, attacking each other.
As I knelt on the floor watching them, I felt a warmth--parting lips, then a mouth--on my cock. I looked down, as if in a daze, to see our little blonde sucking my member into her slimy, well-used throat. The heat of her caress amazed me. The saliva and come in her mouth slicked my cock, sending waves of pleasure up my thighs. I watched her for a long time. There was something so distractingly familiar about her.
Do I know her?
She pulled my cock from her mouth and smiled. "Hiya, Dr. Corbis." Having kissed the head, she pushed my foreskin back with her lips and then swallowed my sex again.
"Theresa," I stammered.
It was Theresa Jacobs from my freshman General Biology course. She was only just nineteen. Nineteen and already reamed by three enormous cocks right before my very eyes. Literally just yesterday, in class, she'd asked me to describe Mendelian genetics to her. Tonight, this! I had just watched her getting comprehensively filled by three men. Right now, she was sucking on my penis, swallowing it down into her throat. It didn't figure. It was surreal: a dreamlike vision. Her appetite and her technique belied her years--this was no little girl. This was not the Theresa Jacobs that I knew.
But I was certainly getting to know her.
"Oh my God, Theresa. I didn't even recognize you."
She laughed, my cock still sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Theresa," I repeated. It was all I could do, repeating her name.
She nibbled at the underside of my glans and winked. "It's okay, Dr. Corbis. Chill out, honey."
"But?"
"Just enjoy it," she insisted in a blissful tone. She ran her teeth now along the bottom of my glans, attacking me from the side. "I've got a bit of a wild streak. Bet ya couldn't tell, huh? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes, it feels good." My voice crackled.
Oh!
Sonia! I had forgotten about her. Somehow, I managed to pull my gaze away from Theresa below me and watched as Diwaine and his two friends carried Sonia to the other side of the room. My gaze fixed upon their penises--wet, hard, swinging as they walked. The three of them carried her as if she were rolled in a rug, and below her back their cocks swung like elephant trunks. Was this evening happening? Was I dreaming?
A large sectional couch dominated the wall on the far side of the dorm suite. Several other guys who previously had sat there watching Theresa being manhandled now stood aside to make room. Some of them started removing their clothes. I couldn't see any other women in the room. Just men.
Sonia looked back at me. "Baby?"
"Yes, angel," I groaned.
Theresa's tongue sucked tightly against the thick bundle of nerves of my frenulum.
"When you're finished, I need you here," Sonia declared. "I need your cock. When I finish these cocks, I need yours last, okay? You gotta finish me or... "
Sonia was cut off in mid-word by Diwaine's thick, stubby cock slipping into her mouth. "Enough talking, Shorty," he said.
She moaned heavily and sucked the violating prong down into her throat.
"She's cute," Theresa remarked matter-of-factly, and then slipped my cock back into her mouth. She popped it back out again to declare "I've seen her around the department," and then sucked me back into her mouth.
I love her, I thought. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I felt as though I were floating. My toes curled and my prostate tingled. It was as if some alien were probing my insides, reaching up into my core and tickling and manipulating all of my vital nerve endings. I looked down at last and watched Theresa work. "Be careful. You're gonna make me come."
"Don't look at her," she said, with my cock sliding on her tongue.
"Who?"
Theresa slipped my cock completely from her mouth and pumped it lovingly in her hand. As she did, she motioned toward Sonia. "I can tell, Dr. Corbis. You have a thing, you and her. I know you're into watching her. So please don't watch her. Just concentrate on me."
I smiled and caressed her sweet, round face. "Jesus, Theresa, what do you think is gonna happen if I concentrate on you?"
"You're so sweet," she cooed. She let go of my cock and watched, mesmerized, as it throbbed in the air in front of her delicious face.
"You are unbelievably good."
"Dr. Corbis," she asked. "Do you like it nasty?"
I nodded.
She licked her lips. "Do you wanna do something really nasty? I like it nasty."
"Theresa, I'm gonna come right now if you keep talking like that."
She pulled me down onto the floor with her and brought a finger to my mouth. "You wanna lick the come out of my asshole? Are you into that?"
"Yes."
I couldn't believe
it. I heard my voice before I even processed her question. But suddenly, yes, I did want to lick the come from her ass. I wanted to eat her ass as if it were going to be the last asshole my tongue would ever touch.
On the other side of the room, on the couch, Sonia shrieked. Two large cocks were squeezed together and were slowly being eased into her asshole. She had never done anything like that before. We'd tried my own cock and a small vibrator once, after we'd watched a porno of double-anal penetration. But here, now, she was actually doing it. I swallowed hard and watched her. One of the bystanders masturbating at a frenzied rate finally groaned awkwardly as he sent a gush of come down onto her chest. I knew what he felt; I was almost there myself.
Sonia is so beautiful when she's having sex.
Theresa lay down. "C'mere, professor. You've got a thick little ass to eat."
As I got down to floor level with her, she rolled over onto her stomach and arched her large ass, glistening with sweat and come, into the air. She spread her cheeks wide for me, holding the fleshy mounds apart. Her bright pink asshole winked open slightly, welcoming me. I took her cheeks in my hand and gently sank my face into her rear.
Not too fast. I wanted to savor this lovable young girl. She smelled sweet and musky, freshly fucked, with a sharp bleach-note of come. As my tongue touched her tender, delicate asshole her entire body tightened and shifted back against me. Her body, her asshole, begged to be tongue-fucked. Her orifice winked open for me and, as I extended my tongue, she rocked back against me. A thick drop of juice rolled onto her clit, and fell to the floor. Inside my body, a deep, dull yearning threatened. I needed to come.
"I love your tongue," she breathed, the side of her face grinding into the floor. Two of her fingers snuck back and rubbed quick, desperate circles against her clit.
I felt a strange confluence of feelings--intense arousal, pleasure, lust, but at the same time an unfamiliar yet nagging sense of infidelity. This was okay with Sonia, I knew. She was on the other side of this very room getting taken by a group of men, taking two of them into her rectum at the same time. This was about exploring our love, I knew. But, still, some small part of me wanted only her. This mix of emotions confused me.
Theresa pressed her ass further up toward me, my head locking between her thick, meaty cheeks, and she reached back to hold my head firm against her asshole. "Jesus Christ, Dr. Corbis. You are so fucking good at that! Eat my asshole, professor. Bite it, if you can. Hurt me. Make me hurt when I come."
Sonia's okay with this, I repeated to myself, over and over, and then nuzzled deeper against Theresa's musky hole.
She bucked back against me violently, so much so that it was beginning to hurt in the back of my neck. "Fist my asshole," she begged. "Shove your hand up my ass."
What the hell am I doing? I suddenly thought.
"God, hurt me!"
"Theresa, are you sure?" I said. I lifted my head from her sex and looked over her cheeks to Sonia. She couldn't see me; she couldn't see anyone, half a dozen men crowing around her, their cocks inside her, on her, beaten above her. It was madness, like a feeding frenzy.
"Dr. Corbis!" Theresa was insistent, desperate.
"Yes," I said, returning my attention to her.
"I want to feel like I'm being torn apart. I wanna push it. I wanna see what my asshole can take. You're making me feel so, so good. God, I want to feel like my hole is being torn open! Show me what my body can do."
"Okay," I said finally. I had no idea what to make of her. Who was this crazed woman? Where did this kind of need come from? She certainly had never betrayed any of this depravity in class. Jesus, look at that ass! I'd never done anything like this.
"Go slow at first," she directed, wiggling her experienced ass at me. She laughed. "And not your actual fist. Just put your fingers together, and then just slide it in."
I made a cone of my fingers and began to insert them into her ass. As I got to the second knuckle, she screamed and cried, fighting to force her ass onto my hand.
"Yes. Don't you stop! I can take you. Diwaine's already opened me up for you."
I squeezed my fingers and knuckles up inside her. What was driving this desire, I had no idea. As the second knuckles cleared her sphincter, I was met with a dense, heavy resistance. It was as if I'd reached the depths of her bowels, as if she could accommodate no more. I felt as though I was hurting her and I didn't like it.
"It's not going to work, Theresa."
"C'mon, Dr. Corbis," she moaned, and pushed hard against my hand. My fingers eased further, ever so slightly, into her rectum.
"We've got to work up to it." She took my hand, but it felt too much for me. She could take it, but I had to admit that I didn't think I could. This was too much.
"No," she said, her voice torn in desperation. "You just have to push slowly. I can take it. I've done it before. Just slow, constant pressure."
I could feel her sphincter dragging against my third set of knuckles, and I spat a continuous stream of saliva to lubricate her tender opening. But as much as I tried, it just didn't feel right to me. She was some sort of a sexual fakir, but I wasn't. Her anus was distended in a vast, sexy gape. It was all too intense for me.
I can't do this.
"Theresa, I can't do this," I said. Having eased my hand carefully out of her ass, I quickly dropped my face between her shaking ass-cheeks. She moaned and cursed. I licked around her still-open asshole and flicked my tongue as far as I could inside her. I could taste the sweaty musk of her anus.
"Dammit, I want to feel it," she cried. "I want my ass fisted."
"We can work up to it, I guess," I said, although I had no idea whether we could. I'd never done anything like this. For all Sonia's and my games, we had never approached something like this. I was scared that I would damage her--perforate something. The possibility seemed real despite her impassioned pleas.
She shook her head dejectedly.
"We can get some more lube. We can try to work up to it." I nuzzled my nose inside her ass while licking at her dripping, engorged cunt. "You can teach me how to do it. I'm just not ready right now."
Soon her soft sobs became pleasurable moans, and then ecstatic cries.
"Can you fist my pussy, baby?" she breathed. Her head was pressed to the floor, her eyes a bleary mess of sweat and tears and mascara. She stretched an arm underneath her body and eased apart her labia with two fingers.
I didn't answer directly, but eased first two fingers, and then three, into her wide, sloppy canal. She felt so warm and gooey to the touch! I could feel my cock straining even more than usual. It occurred to me that I could probably come simply from fingering this young girl's cunt, so intense was the tactile feeling of her sex.
I loved Sonia's vagina, but Theresa's seemed somehow more gratuitous and slutty. Her pussy was meant to be fucked, sucked, licked, and abused. It wasn't a birthing canal, it wasn't there for any other purpose. It was a cock canal. It was there to come and make come. And this young girl's appetite inspired me.
"Hurt me," Theresa pleaded.
"Why are you doing this?" I couldn't understand her. "Theresa, why do you need to hurt?"
"Please, Dr. Corbis, just do it. I'll make you come."
I turned my hand around on her sex and gently sank four fingers inside her. My thumb prodded and massaged her anus as I worked her womb, and this caused her to moan and gyrate softly under my touch. I moved beside her and reached my free hand to her head. Tenderly, I caressed her hair and the side of her face. She turned to me and licked her lips slowly. I traced my hand down her face and onto her neck and gently wrapped my fingers around her.
She moaned, "Uh huh," and I tightened my grip on her throat.
This, and my fingers punching hard into her cunt, made her shriek with pleasure. I squeezed harder, feeling my fingers constrict harder on her windpipe. A strange, contented gurgling escaped her pursed lips.
"Do you like that?" I asked. I could scarcely believe what I was doing.
; "Yes," she hissed through my grasp.
I pulled my fingers out of her vagina and slapped her hard on her ass. Her weighty, doughy ass-cheeks jiggled heavily. My cock strained. Again, I struck her ass, harder this time, as hard as I could. My fingers imprinted as five large red welts on her soft skin. My fingers stung, badly. The pain lingered.
What the fuck am I doing?
But she moaned and writhed and pushed her ass toward me, arching her back, lifting herself up to spread her corpulent cheeks.
I hit her again, on the other side of her ass, and she cried out.
As the stinging slap subsided, I could hear Sonia. She was coming. She wasn't speaking, wasn't able to around the cock shoved deep down her throat, but I could hear the noises she was making. I slapped Theresa again, even harder. Quickly now, I pumped my cock with my soaking wet hand. Theresa's juices dripped onto the floor. I slathered them up with my hand and then smacked her again, several times, progressively harder, until her glorious white skin was tinged pink and blood red in places.
Theresa collapsed onto the floor with a heavy groan, her head tilted to the side to watch me. Her face contorted with pleasure, pain, and lust. She breathed hard, labored, like a wounded animal.
I stared at her blankly, as if she wasn't really there, as if I wasn't really there--somehow detached, out of body. My cock throbbed in my other hand, my heart pounded, and my ears filled with the roar of blood. I grew lightheaded. I was possessed.
She wants this, I thought to myself. It was justification.
It was the only thing in my mind I was conscious of.
Theresa eased her ass up off the ground and pointed it toward me. "More," she pleaded. "You have to finish me."
I pressed the whole of my hand along her silken vagina, and then curled my fingers under, slipping four fingers inside her hungry sex. She was surrendering everything to me, and her passion and need had overwhelmed me. As I sank further inside her, I twisted and squeezed at her throat.
Within seconds she tripped on the cusp of a violent orgasm. I could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing and contracting against my hand, and I could detect a heavy, uneven pulse in her neck. I plunged my hand inside her at an ever-increasing rate, twisting and turning within her sopping cavern. And I squeezed, and squeezed.
