by Jaz Monday
And squeezed her throat.
"Oh, Coop," she whimpered, her voice little more than a gurgling, gagging cry. She shifted her weight under me and managed to extend her arm toward me. I could feel the fingers of her hand grasping my cock. Slowly, she began a series of short, heavy strokes. She had limited range of motion, but she expertly masturbated me in her hand and against her sweaty, soft body.
I became lightheaded again. An intense, visceral feeling suffused my loins. The image of this beautiful young girl laid out prone before me, my fist up her cunt and my other around her throat, drove me wild. The sensation her wet, fat skin created as she ground the head of my cock into the side of her tummy proved almost more than I could handle.
I continued pumping my hand into her womb. Finally, she collapsed flat on the floor under me, crying out, gasping, as the orgasm washed over her.
When the storm of pleasure subsided, she slowly maneuvered herself off my hand and slid out beside me. Her neck sported an inflamed series of finger-like bruises.
Oh, God.
When I saw her, I knew I'd gone too far. The marks looked like wounds. Great, red, hurtful wounds. I swallowed hard and rubbed the back of my head. What had I done?
"Amazing," she moaned. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had!"
I stared at her in silence. Somewhere behind us, I could hear Sonia's soft, plaintive mewing. Keeping time, in between her gasps, I could hear flesh slapping against flesh. It was distant to my ears, abstract. I was aware of it, but couldn't really process what was happening.
"Dr. Corbis," Theresa asked, "are you okay?"
"I hurt you," I said. "I mean, fuck, look at your neck, Theresa. Jesus, I was too hard. I hurt you."
She turned on her wet, sloppy ass-cheeks and sat up in front of me, her hands reaching out and grasping my own ass-cheeks. Without a word, she pulled me toward her, plunging my rock-hard cock into her throat. Not just into her mouth, but down into her throat. I watched her in silence, allowing her to control my body. One moment she was sitting in front of me, eyeing my cock with her bleary and mascara-run eyes. The next moment, she'd impaled herself on my cock, down so her nose banged against my pubic mound and I could feel her tongue licking the bottom of my balls. My head swam.
Guilt. Bliss. Pain. Ecstasy.
What's happening to me?
When Theresa pulled her head from my cock, a long thread of slimy saliva trailed from the top of my cock to her pursed lips. She gasped slightly, and then threw herself around my sex again. Over and over, she repeated this, growing ever more violent. Thrust after thrust, the intensity of the feeling built in my core. I was getting close.
She pulled me from her mouth, belched a choke, and then cast her throat onto my shaft again. I had lost control.
"I'm gonna come, Theresa," I moaned.
Her only acknowledgement of this was to sink my cock deep into her throat again, where she hummed and jerked her whole throat and mouth around me. As she reached over and squeezed my balls, I could no longer hold back. I blew my come into her mouth. I came with such force that the first two spasms occurred without the familiar pleasure of orgasm. It was mechanical, animal. She milked me with her mouth and tongue until the intense spasms subsided. The pleasure caught up to me, and I literally fell to my knees in front of her.
We leaned against each other, exhausted, kissing passionately. I could taste myself in her mouth, although most of my come was down her throat. I tore and gnashed at her breasts, pulled on her nipples, ground her fleshy mounds flat against her ample torso.
The girl was unstoppable. "Fist me again," she pleaded, "I'm ready for it now."
She leaned back onto the floor, her legs lifted to the side and her large, wet cunt splayed open. She tore at her breasts, pushing them together as I had done, rolling them around in her hands and against her body. I reached across her and pinched her nipples in my fingers. I pinched hard, not like before. The pressure made her wince and cry out.
"Oh, fucking God, that feels good." She licked her lips and stared at me longingly. Her nipples were hard, purple knobs. "Fist me."
I took her nipples in my hands again, squeezing each between by thumbs and index fingers. As she squirmed under the pressure, I twisted the nipples as hard as I could. They stretched and grew black-blue in my grasp. I would stretch and pinch as hard as I could in one direction, then let them loose, only to twist them as hard as I could in the other direction.
What am I doing?
I could tell it hurt her immensely, but she ground her ass into the floor, inching her yawning cunt toward me.
"Fuck," she cried out. "Fist me!"
I let one nipple go and thrust that free hand into her cunt. There was almost no resistance as my fingers disappeared into her vagina. She was unbelievably slick and wet. As I jammed my hand between her legs, I tore with my fingers at her left nipple. I'd decided she was crazy, deranged somehow, but it didn't matter. She was taking me with her, and I wanted to go.
"Yes!" she cried.
I looked beyond Theresa, over to the couch, and saw Sonia lying on her side. She was watching me, her eyes lolling half-closed. Her head was rocking slightly: someone behind her on the couch was thrusting in and out of her. I love you, she mouthed, and blew me a kiss. I blew it back.
"Can I join you, Dr. Corbis?"
The voice snapped my attention back to my own reality. It was Diwaine. He was standing over us, looking down--his cock pointing down--to Theresa.
"Can I get some again?" he repeated.
"Yeah," I said, breathlessly. "I'm done for a little while."
"Word," he said and squatted down over Theresa's face. He watched me fisting her for a few moments, allowing his cock to dangle just above her face. Then he pulled his cock and immense balls up against his flat, muscular stomach and lowered himself onto her mouth.
"Watch this, Prof," he said, laughing.
Theresa extended her tongue and licked at his anus. As she did, he moaned and grumbled his approval. He pushed further down on her, smothering her mouth and nose with his ass, and began pumping his cock in his hand. She gasped and writhed under his weight. She couldn't breathe, yet she licked and sucked at his dark asshole.
I continued impelling my hand in and out of her vagina, twisting my hand as it filled her womb, extending my fingers inside her to fill her large, hungry void. As I did this, I watched her struggling under Diwaine's weight. Still, she licked his hole.
Every minute or so, Diwaine lifted himself off of her face, and she gasped a breath and moaned "God" or "Yes." This cycle continued until she was lost in herself, as if speaking in tongues. She grew delirious again with lust.
"Fuck me in my asshole, D," she cried.
"You damn right," he said, as he slapped her chin with his heavy sex.
"Are you ready, Theresa?" I asked.
She moaned and nodded. "Oh, God, yeah."
I pulled my hand out of her vagina and helped her roll over onto her stomach. I licked and sucked quickly at her asshole and spat a large amount of saliva into her distended hole. She was on all fours as Diwaine and his soda can cock centered themselves behind her vast cheeks.
Without asking, I took his thick, turgid cock and guided it toward her asshole. He didn't protest so, despite myself, I slowly slid the massive, bulbous head into my own mouth. It had to taste it; the freakish size captivated me. He tasted salty and slick, and his cock smelled strongly of sex. The sides of my mouth felt as though they'd split. He was immense. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and licked and sucked at his urethra, then ran my lips up the glans. Theresa moaned as I sucked and licked at the head of the cock. It didn't even occur to me what I was doing. I was driven by an incredible, blind, erotic urge. My own cock throbbed painfully again, now.
"Hurry," she implored. "Make him fill me. Make him hurt me."
"Okay, okay," I said, and spat against Diwaine's thick cock. I guided it to her asshole and spread her cheeks wide as he leaned his weight into her. The v
iew, so close, of his heavy, brown shaft sliding into her tight, pinkish-white hole provided an amazing contrast. It was pure sex. An essence. Mechanical.
It was beautiful.
Lying down, I worked myself underneath them so that I could watch from below as Diwaine's shaft cleaved into Theresa's tightest hole. My cock was in my hand. I began masturbating as I watched this dirty sex played out so close to my face. I inched closer until I was directly under Theresa's crotch. To either side of my head, her thick, cellulite-covered thighs slapped and jiggled as Diwaine's cock battered her. With each thrust, her beautiful skin rippled. Sweat and vaginal juices rained down onto me. Needing to taste her again, I lifted my head up to lick her swollen slit.
"That tickles," she cooed as my tongue ran the length of her labia and brushed the hard bundle of nerves of her clitoris.
"Would you like me to stop?" I asked, prefacing each word with a long, protracted lick along her cunt.
"No, Dr. Corbis," she sighed.
I reached my hand up and slowly worked two fingers into her gaping vagina. As I worked my fingers in and out of her canal, I licked and sucked at her broad lips. I could feel Diwaine's large penis through the thin lining between her anus and her cunt. The feeling was odd, funny even, but incredibly pleasant.
"Coop." It was Sonia. Her voice sounded weak from exertion.
"Yeah, baby," I said.
"Come." A forceful thrust caught the word out, and I could hear her gulp loudly. "Come here, Daddy."
"Theresa," I said, "I gotta go take care of Sonia."
She spread her knees out and, with Diwaine's heavy thrust, sank her crotch down onto my head. "No, Dr. Corbis, no. I'll be there again soon."
"Here you go, Doc," Diwaine said, pulling himself slowly out of Theresa's rectum and flipping her over onto her side. This was no small feat, but she rolled over happily under his touch.
"Oh," she whined softly, though her face was a wide, white smile.
"It's okay, baby girl, Dr. Corbis has to take of his ol' lady." Maneuvering behind Theresa, lying on his side now as well, Diwaine brought his massive, fat cock to the distended, spent ring of her anus.
I smiled at them both as I slapped Theresa's large breasts, and then her hip.
She kissed and bit down at the air toward me. Thanks, she mouthed, smiling.
"My pleasure," I said.
"See you next semester, Dr. Corbis," Theresa said quickly. She winced as Diwaine pushed himself inside her, swallowed hard, and bit down on her bottom lip. The pleasure of the moment swept across her face and she smiled another long, contented smile. "Come here, please."
I did, my cock hard and dangling in front of me as I walked.
"Just one quick bite," she implored. "To hold me over."
I ran my hand slowly down the side of her face and then grasped her jaw, pulling her mouth open. She sighed quickly and then fell silent as I thrust my cock into her open mouth.
"Like that?" I asked.
She nodded against my grasp, and I took her head in my hands, and forcefully made love to her open mouth. She gagged and coughed, streams of tears running down her cheeks, but she took my penis far down into her throat. After a few minutes, Sonia called out again, so I withdrew myself from Theresa's mouth and stepped away from her.
"Next semester," Theresa moaned again, "Bio 2. I'm already registered."
"I'll see you then," I whispered, kissing her on her forehead.
My knees and legs were weak. I stumbled, almost drunk, across the room to the sofa upon which Sonia was being given the fucking of her life. I had lost track of the number of penises that she had sucked, masturbated, or taken in her sex during the time I was playing with Theresa. But, judging from the number of red-faced, sweating young guys sitting around watching her, their cocks equally red and slippery, I would say the number was quite a large one.
"I'm here, baby," I said as I came up beside her on the couch.
She was leaned over the edge, over an armrest, lying on her stomach with her gorgeous brown ass up in the air. She was getting pounded from behind by a massive black cock. I didn't recognize the cock's owner, but I approved: the thick shaft was stretching Sonia's pink insides to the limit and, with each thrust, she mewed and whimpered in delight. She was lost in her own pleasure.
I knelt down beside her and watched, fascinated by the action of her sweaty ass-cheeks, round like soccer balls, and the sight of this massive penis pumping into her.
"Are you doing okay?" I asked her, rubbing my hands along her soft, wet curves. Her skin was sticky with secretions. Dried pools of sperm covered her body. In the small of her back, long ropes of come had dried like meandering rivers.
She gasped, smiled, and nodded--her nod becoming spasmodic, fit-like, as her friend continued his penile onslaught. To be young, I thought.
"What do you need, Sonia?"
"You, Daddy," she said, reaching her hand out to me.
I grasped one of her gleaming ass-cheeks heavily, and squeezed my fingers deep into her flesh. "What do you want me to do?"
She gestured me closer to her head, pointing to her lips. "I wanna suck you, baby."
Quickly, I obliged, moving myself beside her. As soon as my cock fell near her face, she sucked it up into her waiting mouth and began to slowly roll it around against her tongue. The metal tongue stud tickled the back of my glans, touching the heavy concentration of nerves there, and causing my insides to churn and twist with pleasure.
"Oh my god," I sighed. "That feels so good."
"It does to me, too," she moaned from around my shaft.
"Me three, people," Sonia's friend said, and took her waist in his hands. With several erratic, heavy thrusts, he groaned heavily and began coming inside her tender womb. With each blast of his ejaculate, Sonia sucked down harder on my cock, swallowing me down further and further.
I pulled out quickly and replaced my cock with my mouth, kissing her deeply. "I have to taste you," I told her.
"Now?" she asked, panting.
"Yeah." I nodded. "I want to clean you up."
"You ready to go, Daddy?"
I nodded again. "I need to get you home alone, angel. Soon."
She bit her bottom lip and winked seductively. "Okay, get under me."
I lay down on the couch, spent, every muscle in my body yielding around me--my muscles entering into a weighty, ticklish jelly-like state. I felt as though I'd pressed myself to failure in some kind of a marathon. I realized that I was too old for this. I needed rest. But, despite this, I had to taste Sonia again. I had to taste the seed stuffed with such volume and brutality into her tunnel.
"Okay, angel," I said to her as I got comfortable, gesturing for her to sit down onto my face.
Her look was one of utter exhaustion. Her hair was mussed, her makeup smeared and running and rubbed down to the skin. She was unfamiliar and curious looking. But her mouth was screwed up into a wide, come-slathered smile. She seemed completely contented. She nodded without a word and crawled up to me, carefully, lovingly, lowering her vagina onto my lips.
As her sticky, dripping slit touched my mouth, I felt a warm wetness on my penis. It was unfamiliar, but delightful. An electric shudder rippled down my shaft and deep into the pit of my gut. It was a mouth unfamiliar to me. There was no tongue stud, so it wasn't Sonia. The teeth felt different, I thought. It could be Theresa, I reflected, but then maybe not. As the mouth built up friction and suction around my raw flesh, suddenly it didn't matter who it was. It could have been anyone, man or woman, and at that point in time it wouldn't have mattered. What mattered was the pleasure.
I lapped hungrily at Sonia's vagina and enjoyed the sensations on my cock.
This glorious blowjob went on and on, with my new friend expertly playing my shaft. She brought me to the cusp of orgasm, only to back off at the last possible moment, licking around my balls and thighs, so as to stave off the eruption. Then, there again, she would return my glans to her mouth, initiating the cycle again. Each time, s
he would bring me just so much closer, before again backing off. The orgasm kept building and building.
"Christ, Coop!" Sonia cried.
And I cried, too, sucking her labia into my mouth, moaning with discreet pleasure against her warm flesh.
Sonia forced her mound down onto my mouth as she began to come, gyrating painfully against my face. It was all too much for me. My own orgasm verged on bursting out from my core. I was unable to warn my new friend. The sensations hit me almost without warning. My whole body tensed--legs, arms, cock--and I began to erupt in this anonymous mouth. I didn't have much come left, but the vibrations lacked none of the urgency and impact of my previous orgasms.
Sonia finally slid off me, revealing my new friend. I leaned my head forward to see my cock still inside this stunning mouth. A thin trail of my semen leaked out and down her bottom lip.
"Hey, Dr. Corbis," she said happily. Having licked around the glans, she kissed my urethra.
"Debbie Lauda," I said, stunned. "Oh, my."
"I'm glad we could meet up again," she said with a wry smile, still holding my cock. She brought it back to her mouth and sucked the head back in.
I looked down, expecting to see her naked, being taken by one of the many other guys still in the dorm. But she was fully dressed, untouched. It seemed she was here for me, and me alone. She was dressed exactly as I'd seen her a few hours ago, except without her cap and gown.
And except for my cock in her mouth.
"I really wanted to thank you," she said.
"That was incredible." It was all I could think to say. "Holy shit, Debbie. Wow."
She stood up and leaned over Sonia and me. She kissed me deeply, and reached across me to rub her fingers into Sonia's sopping cunt. She pulled her fingers out and brought them to her mouth, where she tasted them approvingly. "Thanks, Dr. Corbis." She pinched Sonia's clit playfully and smiled. "Sonia, bitch, you are so lucky. You need to hold on to this one. If you don't, I might just have to take him for myself."
Sonia sighed contentedly. "I always knew you were a slut, Debbie."
