The Lab Assistant

Copyright © 2009 Jaz Monday

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Chapter One

It all began in the Spring. Specifically, it all began in my 8:30 to 9:30

AM session of MCB4404, Microbial Physiology, Spring Semester.

I suspected that I'd be in for a ride. I'd been teaching, first as an ad-

junct, and now finally as an assistant professor, for a long time--but
not even in my unlikeliest fantasies would I have predicted what
would happen this semester.

I've had my share of students. This particular student seemed the

same as a lot of others. Not the same as most, but the same as a lot. I
thought I knew her type. These students came early and stayed late.
They'd complain and argue about grades, down to the last derisory
point. They'd demand extra credit. They'd offer their free time. They'd
strike up lengthy conversations on topics that I couldn't have cared
less about, but which, for some reason, they assumed would endear
them to me, and strike that special bond that would, in their minds,
ensure a more favorable grade.

But that's not quite how it went this time.

Not with Sonia Simmons.

Not even close.

On the first day of the semester, she came into my classroom early.

There was nothing spectacular about this. But whereas most of the
other students came in early, dropped off their backpacks or purses or
notebooks to stake claim to a chair, and only then disappeared back
out into the hall or even father afoot to smoke, drink, or socialize, she
came in and stayed in. Forty minutes early. She came in and found a
chair in the first row of desks, directly in front of my lectern. This was

an upper level course, not something the casual student would even
know about, let alone elect to register for. Even still, forty minutes
early was a sign of something different, something new.

She smiled at me as she set her nylon backpack down on the table.

She was stunning. Her skin was a warm, golden ebony; her hair was
jet black, permed straight, and then braided into two long pigtails that
fell behind her ears and over her shoulders. Her eyes were brilliant
white saucers framing airy green retinas that flickered in the light like
pearls. She pursed her lips as she smiled--wet, and glossy. She was
porn. Nothing but.

"Good morning, Dr. Corbis."

"And a good morning to you, too," I managed. I paused for a heart-

beat, my mouth open.

"Sonia." She smiled again.

"Sonia," I repeated, and I smiled, too.

She wore a bright pink tank top with a glimmering white heart em-

blazoned on the front, and baggy, comfortable gray sweatpants--de
rigueur college-wear for early-morning classes. But whereas the soft,
gray fabric fell away loosely across her legs and in the delicate triangle
of her crotch, it was stretched taut and firm against the two incredible
globes of her young ass. They were large and round, almost perfect
spheres, pressed together in an idyllic, upside-down heart shape that
tapered up and flowed imperceptibly into her thin torso.

The cheeks of her ass jiggled slightly as she sat herself down on the

tabletop, her feet planted on her chair. Her side faced me, and the con-
tours of her ass held me like a siren's song. I was staring. She knew it

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but I didn't, yet. I didn't know anything except the soft pillows of her
underside.

"Dr. Corbis?" she asked.

She's not wearing any panties.

"Yes, Sonia?"

I couldn't tell for sure, but she didn't seem to be. There was no panty

line. Under that thin film of fabric, I could almost make out the indi-
vidual hairs on her luscious chocolaty skin. If there had been panties, I
would've seen them. I would've been able to read the label, given the
stretch.

"I'm excited." She seemed to pronounce the three syllables in agon-

izing detail. "I'm excited about this semester. I really feel as if I'm go-
ing to come into my own."

I smiled and nodded. "It's going to be a great class. I think you'll en-

joy it quite a bit."

I searched the top of her beautiful ass as she sat there--studied her

lower back, surveyed every inch of her. There was no little vee, no up-
side down triangle, no whale tail. It didn't look as if she was wearing a
thong. No panty line. No thong. Just the sweats. Just the sweats and
the painful beauty of her skin underneath. My heart began to race. I
felt a heavy, ticklish burn in my chest. Willing myself not to lick my
lips overtly, I forced myself to focus on the stack of syllabi on the
lectern. I arranged them fretfully, brushing non-existent dust from the
top copy, pushing on the sides to align all of the pages in the stack
perfectly.

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I couldn't believe I felt what I was feeling--that she was having such

a manifest effect on me. What the hell am I doing? I had to focus. This
was a student. A gorgeous, amazing-looking student, but a student
nonetheless. And I'd only just met her, five ten minutes ago. Why was
I getting so worked up?

She smiled ever more broadly. It was a casual, coy smile. Detached.

But loaded. When she opened her mouth, I saw the silver glint of a
stud on her tongue. Cliched, maybe, but it was stunning.

My mind could think of nothing but the pleasure of that stud as it

rubbed against the underside of my glans.

Another student walked into the classroom, strode between Sonia

and me, and headed off toward a seat in the anonymity of the back of
the room. Sonia eyed the student playfully as he walked, and then left
her gaze on me as he passed from view. "I know I'm going to enjoy my-
self," she said finally.

With this, she pulled herself off the table, and turned her back to me,

ensuring that the full width of her luscious ass was offered in my direc-
tion. Almost in slow motion, she leaned forward and slinked herself
down into her seat. She was moving so slowly that I could feel the
breathing in my chest grow labored. Her ass-cheeks spread against her
sweatpants, and they separated between the globes like beautiful sec-
tions split from an orange. It was actually difficult to breathe. Heat I
hadn't felt in years radiated from my core and into my arms and my
legs. It burned in my thighs and in my wrists. A delicate vertigo hit me,
as I forced myself to breathe.

Breathe!

I was losing control.

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My cock strained against my dress slacks. I grew aware of a pain in

my crotch, when she spun around to face me, her long, thin arms
crossed on the table, framing the cleavage of her small but firm
breasts. Again, my cock twitched against my pants. My mind finally re-
leased its attention from Sonia herself. Here I was with an erection
more painful than I could remember having in years. I looked at my
watch.

8:10am.

Jesus, I thought. I have to come. Right now. What the fuck am I

thinking?

Suddenly I didn't care about the dozen students huddling outside in

the hall, or the four or five now seated around the classroom. I didn't
care about the class, first day of the semester or not, about school,
about anything. My world focused and closed and my thoughts, aware-
ness, and needs coalesced into two distinct things: this new appari-
tion, Sonia Simmons, and the intense, tight throbbing in my pants.

"Excuse me," I heard myself say. Hearing my voice almost took me

by surprise.

Sonia smiled slyly. She seemed to be looking directly through my

pants to the throbbing pink muscle shuddering between my legs.

"I'll be back in just a moment."

She eyed me with a keen interest as I rounded the lectern and disap-

peared out of the classroom. My thoughts weren't fully formed, but I
knew where I was going. I felt a frantic energy inside me, bordering on
panic. I wasn't conscious of it, but I was driven--the turgid, heavy
presence, the extreme pressure in my crotch drove me. I had to release
this pressure. Now. I had to release my contents. And I had to do it

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with Sonia in my mind, desperately urging me on. Real or not, I
needed her spread bare before me, tweaking and playing with her sex
as I gave her what she and I both knew she needed.

I passed a group of students too busy talking about television and

sports to notice me, and made my way down the breezeway to the
bathrooms at the end of the Biosciences building. I don't know how
long it took, and I don't remember getting there, but I soon found my-
self sitting on the toilet seat, with the stall door locked in front of me. I
was there, I could feel it, I could see it--but then I couldn't. All I could
see was Sonia. Quick cut. Fragments of her memory, choice pieces that
my mind threaded together into a short, powerful internal movie.

And I breathed. It came as a heavy gasp. It was the first time I grew

conscious of respiration since Sonia turned her ass toward me in class.
I smiled and shook my head. What am I doing? But my mind could re-
gister only one thought: something I desperately wanted to happen.

All I could see were the globes of Sonia's massive, brown ass in front

of me, her skin kissed and gleaming with sweat like morning dew,
spread open, held open by her long beautiful fingers, her French mani-
cured nails digging softly into her ample flesh. And there she was, an
offering, her tight ruby asshole puckered and gleaming and waiting for
my hungry tongue. As she spread her cheeks wider, her anus spread
open, inviting my tongue deep into her dark canal.

I pressed my eyes tightly closed, and rolled a large drop of spit into

my hand. Having rubbed this along the head of my cock and down the
shaft, I teased my index finger into my foreskin, rubbing the pad of my
finger roughly against my frenulum: the bundle of nerves on the bot-
tom of my glans. Spikes of pleasure shot down my shaft and darted
around my testicles and inner thighs. Breathing heavily, I pulled the
foreskin back. I let another drop of spit fall from my mouth, and

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rubbed this into the head of my cock. I desperately wanted to be inside
her. Inside any part of her--her mouth, her cunt, but most of all her
ass. I wanted to feel my hips pressing against her soft, wet ass-cheeks,
my cock straining desperately to push further into her bowels.

The head of my cock was purple and throbbing and as taut as the

skin of a drum. I thrust my clenched hand up and down against my
shaft, licking into the air in front of me, probing Sonia's delicate as-
shole, licking the inside of her ass-cheeks, teasing a lick down into the
base of her beautiful cunt. I could smell her on my nose and taste her
on my tongue. I knew what she tasted like, and it was delicious.

My testicles grew taut. My breathing got shorter and more labored. I

pumped as hard as I could on my cock. The shaft bent violently against
the pounding of my hand, but all I felt was pleasure. All I felt was the
musky softness of Sonia's anus on my tongue.

In a matter of seconds, it was over. My mind became an overexposed

white brilliance as the pleasure exploded up my shaft, and spasms of
milky come shot in long ropes from the head of my cock. The first jet
hit the back of the toilet stall's door; the rest described closer arcs,
landing on the tile of the floor between my legs, closer and closer, in
oblong pearlescent pools. The last spasm landed in a fat glob on the
crotch of my slacks, thrown there by my mad pounding of my cock.

My ears rang, and a hot faintness came over me. My heart pounded

against my ribcage. My vision focused on the twitching purple head of
my cock. When I closed my eyes, I could see Sonia's beautiful green
eyes sparkling behind my cock. I could see her opening her beautiful,
swollen lips, the thin tip of her tongue peaking out, that metal stud
gleaming, and then flicking to lick the remaining come from the head
of my cock. I could see her lips closing over the cock, taking it all in,
sucking the last dregs of juice from my tired shaft until it stung. The

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sucking continued until the sting metamorphosed into the pain of an
intense, burning pressure. I forced myself to breathe.

It was 8:27AM.

I was sweating like a pig. My heart pounded in my chest. I had fresh

come splattered all over my hand and my slacks.

I had to get back to class.

I had to get back to Sonia.

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Chapter Two

As the last students gathered their books and belongings and finally

slinked out of the classroom and into the hall, I looked up from the
lectern to see Sonia. She was the only one left, sitting front row center.

Of course.

I smiled, and pushed the last of my notes and the remaining syllabi

into my backpack. My mind and my heart raced. I'd forced myself to
ignore her during the lecture, but here she was. I couldn't ignore her
now. And she was more beautiful--just classically, amazingly
beautiful--than I'd remembered her being before class. She was the
perfect balance of outright, untainted sluttiness and next-door inno-
cence. An impossible contradiction, or duality, but here she was
nonetheless.

I imagined her naked again--imagined the large, brown globes of her

ass slowly lowering down onto my waiting tongue. I imagined her
guided to my tongue by my hands, holding her firm, my fingers sink-
ing into the sides of her soft cheeks. And while I sucked and licked at
her deepest, most private fissure, I imagined her lovingly, ever so
slowly, milking my cock with her hands.

She would be taking her time, pumping me enough to pull me along,

building the pleasure in my sex, but taking care to keep me right on
the cusp. Not allowing me to fall over. Making me come now would be
too effortless a release. She would want the pleasure, my need for re-
lease, to build--not just until my cock spewed hot, milky come all over
her breasts and face, but until my entire core shook and exploded in a
whole-body orgasm. And she would time it just right, so that her re-
lease came with mine and we would come and come and come until

she collapsed on top of me and we simply lay there in each other's
arms, simply being. Together.

My cock twitched in my pants and I had to force myself to breathe.

"Sonia," I said finally.

"You remembered my name."

I smiled stupidly, unsure again of quite what to say. Flirting with her

came so naturally, yet her presence here, in front of me and in my
mind, made me suffer an intense stupidity and awkwardness. I felt like
a teenager, completely out of sorts and out of my element. I'm a pro-
fessor, some part of my mind argued, and she's a student. Of course,
that didn't stop me from beating my cock until I came all over myself
an hour ago. And, really, there was nothing inherently wrong with
what I wanted, although it certainly wasn't encouraged by the admin-
istration. A thousand contradictory thoughts entered into my mind
and fluttered around in a confusing haze.

I left another beat or two in the air, watching her watch me. Then, fi-

nally, said, "You're kind of hard to forget."

"Aw, that's sweet, Dr. Corbis."

"Cooper," I said. "Or, Coop."

She smiled, and I swear she allowed her tongue to brush along her

bottom lip. Whatever her intention was, there it was, a soft pink tri-
angle slinking across those full, wet lips.

"So, you really like the class, huh?"

"You can tell?" she asked.

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"Well, you're still here. Everyone else," I waved my hand across the

empty room, "couldn't wait to get out."

Laughing, she held up a catalog of classes. "I'm in no hurry, Coop.

I've got a couple of hours before my next class."

My cock twitched against my pants. I walked around the lectern and

sat down, facing her sideways, on the front row of desks. Her eyes fix-
ated on the bulge in the front of my pants and she smiled broadly. I
pretended not to notice.

"So, Sonia, you're a senior?"

"Yes," she said. "I transferred from a small school over in Orlando."

"Ah, that would explain why I haven't seen you around the

department."

"Oh, please," she said. "You wouldn't have remembered me if you

had. Anyways, yeah, it was a small private school and, well, money's
gotten a bit tight. So, here I am. State school tuition and all."

"Here you are," I repeated. Her cleavage spilled from her soft, pink

top. I desperately wanted to remove them from her shirt, to fondle and
roll the soft brown skin in my hands, and to suck gently on her perky,
tight nipples. I could almost feel their rough texture on my tongue. I
suddenly became aware of my heart again, pounding still against my
chest. Sweat beaded on my temples and along my upper lip. God, I just
wanted to tell her I would give her anything, anything in the world, to
feel myself inside her. I wanted, needed, to cut to the chase--to stop all
the polite small talk, the getting to know each other, the bonding, and
just get down to fucking this gorgeous girl.

"I hope I do well."

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"Something tells me you'll have no trouble at all."

She smiled and shook her head. "Micro Physiology will be no

problem--I think, anyways. But some of my other classes, I dunno. I
might need some help."

"My door's always open."

"Yeah?" Sitting up, she leaned forward towards me. We were less

than a foot apart. I could smell her lotion teasing at my nostrils. Her
breasts jiggled slightly against her shirt as she breathed, and I forced
myself not to stare.

"I'm taking biochemistry, too," she continued. "That, I'm not too

confident about. I'm thinking about picking up a tutor from the
department."

"I can recommend one to you," I said, watching her. I thought I de-

tected a subtle flash of disappointment in her eyes, and decided to try
to ease the door open slightly. "Or, I could probably work with you. I
mean, if you would like that. I've got a project going, but my graduate
assistant can hold down the fort now and again. To help you over the
hump."

"I couldn't impose, Coop. I'm sure you're too busy. And what about

your other students?"

"It's not a problem," I offered. "I often take a personal interest in my

students. This is what I do. This is me: my students and my research.
And I'm here for you."

"That is amazingly sweet." She swept her hand through her hair, of-

fering me an even better view of her gorgeous tits. "I think I'll take you

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up on that. But, I won't waste your time. I'll only come to you if I really
need the help."

I smiled, and she smiled back. "So, what are your plans, Sonia?

What are you thinking about for the future? Med school?"

"No, no Med school for me. I definitely don't have the money for

that, or the discipline. I love the sciences, though. I'm thinking grad
school, actually."

"Yeah?" My eyes widened. And my cock strained against the fabric of

my pants.

"Yeah, right here, too. I have to take the GRE, though. I'm nervous

about getting in. But that's what I'd like to do."

"So, what's your interest?" I asked.

She paused for a few heartbeats. I swore that I could see a faint smile

curl on her mouth as she watched me. "For grad school? Biology, def-
initely. Microbiology of some sort."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, you came to the right place for that," I said. "I'm your man.

Well, one of them anyway. My office is in the Division of Cell and Mi-
crobiology. That's right up my alley. My primary research interest
right now is in evolutionary genetics. Insecticide resistance, specific-
ally, in fruit files. Drosophila."

Her eyes became wide saucers. Were her nipples getting hard?

Could they possibly be?

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"Maybe," she said, and then stopped herself.

"Maybe, what?"

She shook her head and laughed sheepishly. "Well, I was going to

say maybe we could work together. That's crazy, though."

"No, not at all," I insisted. What an idea! The head of my cock felt as

though it would split straight down the glans. If I touched her now, I
would surely come in my pants. "I think that's a great idea. I take on
new students all the time. If you're interested in it, and you're in the
department, I don't see any reason at all why you wouldn't be able to
work in the lab."

"Oh my God, Dr. Corbis."

"It wouldn't necessarily be glamorous: raising fruit flies, grinding

them up for DNA, raising more fruit flies. Running some sequencing
machines, running data."

She was positively bubbling now. "That would be so awesome."

"Well, I like it. And it pays the bills, you know."

She smiled. After a few moments of us watching each other in si-

lence, she asked, "You really think you'll have time to tutor me in bio-
chem and on the GRE? What in the world will Mrs. Corbis say?"

I held up my hand, accentuating the missing wedding ring, and

smiled. "No Mrs. Corbis, I'm afraid."

"Well," she smiled back. "Good."

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She leaned in towards me a little, her eyes floating down ever so

slightly. Is she looking at my cock? It was rock hard, straining at my
pants. She couldn't avoid it. Her lips began to spread as if she were
about to impart some secret truth.

And the door to the classroom creaked open.

A young Asian girl walked in. Absentmindedly, she set her books

down at a chair about halfway down the second row of the classroom.
She remained oblivious to us. Behind her, two other students lolled in.
Sonia made an exaggerated pouting face, and shrugged.

"I guess we're getting kicked out," I said, my heart sinking.

"Damn."

An inner force compelled me to reach out to touch her. It was too

soon to touch her where I wanted to, and I wasn't wholly aware of
where my hand was going. It was as if it was making up its own mind
to act. I felt somewhat relieved when I found myself touching only her
shoulder--not a lover's touch, but somehow slightly more than a
professor's. My heart raced. I squeezed her soft, delicate shoulder
slightly, and said, "We'll have plenty of time to get you where you need
to be. See you Wednesday?"

Smiling, she nodded, and didn't remove my hand. She held my touch

for a long time and then, prompted finally by more students spilling
through the door, said, "Thanks, Coop. I can't wait. See you next class,
and see you for tutoring."

And so it was that our relationship started. We saw each other every

Monday and Wednesday for the next month. She came to class early
every session, and lingered in the front row, hanging on my every
word and tracking my every motion, only to laze around after class for

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as long as she could before we eventually got displaced by the next
class.

We talked about her schoolwork, her plans, my research, her par-

ents, her sister--all the mundane things that people focus on to brain-
dump their life's experiences into their prospective partner, lover,
friend. Within those first short weeks, our histories branched out from
the nexus of our first meeting in class, and our stories were revealed
for each other. I grew--I think we both grew--to know each other well
beyond our short time together. It was magnetic. Potent. We didn't see
each other outside of class--no tutoring yet--but during that hour of
Microbial Physiology, we hung on each other's every aching
movement.

Of course, for me, it didn't end there. I could think of nothing and no

one else but Sonia Simmons and her soft, mocha skin, her thin, sculp-
tured waist, which swelled up into those two magnificent fleshy orbs of
her breasts, and her soft, swollen ass. Every morning would find me
waking from a torrid dream, my cock painfully flushed and straining
with desire. I quickly stopped even going to the shower to masturbate.
It didn't matter. Going to the shower robbed me of time I could be
spending enraptured in Sonia's vision. I would wake, throw off the
sheets, and beat myself into a frenzy until I came all over the bed, the
floor, all over myself.

Sometimes I wouldn't even bother with the sheets. I'd beat and rub

the head of my cock against the rough fabric of the sheets. I'd come
with such intensity then that the tangent of jism would actually blow
through the fabric, creating a wet dome of seminal fluid on the top of
the covers. I'd brush my finger across this dome, pick the come up on
my finger, and bring it to my tongue, tasting the salty and vaguely
chlorine tinge of it, imagining that it was my come scooped out of
Sonia's delicate cunt, imagining that I was tasting it from inside her,

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licking it out of her as I cleaned her freshly fucked sex. This image
would be so vivid in my mind that I would suck the come from my fin-
ger and then throw the sheets back and suck and lick the rest of my
come from anywhere it landed--suck and lick my come from Sonia's
cunt as it lay glistening and open before me in my mind.

During the day, in my office, and during my other classes, I would

catch myself subconsciously kneading the head of my cock at the
thought of her.

At night, I would once again piston my cock endlessly until, in the

small hours, two or three orgasms later I would fall asleep in a wide
pool of my own spunk. My cock would burn with pain, and yet I
wouldn't have sated my thirst. Sometimes, before I'd fall asleep, I
would hungrily eat my come from her cunt again, or from her ass, or
suck it from her mouth. It was as if this beautiful woman had
stumbled upon a long hidden, endless reserve of semen and sperm
and now, with her in my life, it just all needed to get out. It needed to
get out in the worst way.

And so our dance continued.

On Monday, I finished up my discussion on the metabolism of non-

glucose substrates. I looked up to catch a glimpse of a long stretch of
bare thigh under the desk in front of my lectern. It was silken and a
deep, velvety mocha. Sonia licked her tongue across her bottom lip as
she watched me watch her. My eyes swirled around her thigh. The skin
was shaven completely smooth, not a trace of stubble, not a single hair
to mar the perfect sheen of the skin.

When I then followed the thigh upward, I gazed upon a delicious,

shaven young cunt. The tender, sensitive skin around her labia was
slightly darker than the mocha of the rest of her, and contrasted

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starkly against the bright pink of her sex. I forced myself not to lick my
lips as I mentally mapped every nuance of her beautiful vagina.

And then my view was obscured by a hand slowly brushing over the

mound, blocking it from my view. The hand moved up, fingers parting,
and pulled her beautiful lips apart to show the delicate, pink canal.
Her index finger alternately rubbed her swollen clit and thrust to the
second knuckle into her glistening slit. I stood dumbfounded for a
painfully long time, mesmerized, my cock driven to a turgid frenzy.
The whole time, Sonia's eyes remained locked on mine.

This is real. It's happening.

Suddenly everything was crystal clear. It was just down to logistics.

I forced myself to turn away and return to my lecture as I saw her

drop an enormous yellow highlighter into her lap and then slowly be-
gin plunging it into her cunt. As I stepped around the lectern and non-
chalantly made my way over to my desk, I could actually hear the
squish of the thick plastic pen as it stabbed in and out of her dripping
cunt. I sat down behind my desk and looked over, so as to see the
highlighter disappearing into her slit. I rubbed between my eyes, will-
ing the fatigue out. How no one else in the class could see or hear the
show happening directly in front of them, I could not understand.

Eventually, the class ended. As the students filed out into the breeze-

way and on to the University Center, the library, their other classes,
their way home, Sonia and I were left staring at each other. Alone. The
highlighter was still pushed three-quarters of its length up her luscious
pink hole. Her eyes were completely fixed on mine.

"What are you doing, Sonia?" I asked.

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She gave me a curious look, then withdrew the highlighter and

placed it on her tongue. She twirled it with her fingers, rolling the
slicked plastic surface around on her tongue. I could tell that she liked
the taste. She savored it as if it were a fine wine. Then she spat a large
drop of saliva on the end and dropped the pen again.

"I mean," I laughed. "I know what you're doing. But why are you do-

ing it?"

"I like you, Dr. Corbis," she purred. "I really like you, Coop."

We'd been flirting, heavily, for weeks now. But never in my wildest

dreams would I have thought this would actually happen. I'd hoped, of
course. I'd fantasized about it, masturbating until my palms felt
pruned and my balls and cock ached. I wanted this more than any-
thing, but I really couldn't believe we were here, now, getting here.

She shifted her weight forward on her chair. The short skirt she wore

bunched up around her hips. She leaned back now, with her feet on
the tabletop in front of her. In this position, her glistening pink gash
was elevated slightly and her ass-cheeks were now superbly visible to
me.

"I like you, too, Sonia. You're one of the best students I've ever

taught."

She smiled. "That's nice, Coop. But that's not quite how I like you.

Watch this, okay?"

Yes.

I couldn't speak. My cock strained painfully against my pants. Were

we not in class, I would have had my cock in my hand and I would've
been madly pumping it up and down. Shit, were we not in class, I

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would have been under the table, my nose nuzzling her beautiful
swollen clit as my tongue darted into and around her canal. But we
were in class, and despite everything she was doing, I could not force
myself to participate. I wanted to, desperately, but the risk of being
caught, the risk of losing my entire career, even for such a desperately
beautiful prize, paralyzed me. All I could do was watch.

"Watching?" she breathed.

"Yes," I said aloud, without thinking. I looked quickly at the door,

just for a second, so as to be sure no one was coming. Then I turned
back.

Having shifted her ass-cheeks slightly, she spread them by moving

her legs further apart on the desk. And then she did it. She pushed the
fat, plastic highlighter past her dripping cunt and placed it at a low
angle against her anus. She pushed it against herself, the blunt end
stubbornly fighting the entrance to her dark, delicious passage. She
twirled the pen slightly and eased it down and then up and, finally,
after much pushing and straining, finally got the thing to sink into her
depths. She moaned and squirmed slightly, but quickly began a deep,
piston action.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She cast an eye toward me and smiled, "No, baby. It feels so so good.

Your fat cock, that might hurt, just a bit. Not for long, though. I feel so
full right now."

"I wish...

"I know, Coop."

"I mean, I... ."

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She hiccupped slightly, her voice breaking into a delicate staccato, as

her orgasm caught her faster than she expected. She jammed the high-
lighter its entire length up her ass and, holding it there with one hand,
twisted it slowly. She frigged her pussy violently with her free hand.
"You will," she cried. "Oh, you will, baby."

But, I didn't. And we didn't.

At least not then, and not for the next few days. That episode during

and after class formed such an intense experience for me that I
couldn't deny myself the compulsion to come. Sonia was becoming
like a drug to me. I craved her. I obsessed about her. My only pleasure
came at the thought of her. I masturbated four or five times per day,
replaying that scene in the classroom in my mind. The bright, fat, yel-
low highlighter jutting from her soft brown asshole was a vision I
couldn't, and didn't want to, get out of my mind.

I alternated the events as I remembered and fantasized about her. I

changed the timeline. I added myself--willing myself the courage that I
didn't have then, the courage to include myself in the game. First it
was my hand thrusting the highlighter in and out of her bowels. Then
it was my finger instead of the highlighter; two fingers, then three,
squeezed together tightly in a semi-cock shape. Then it was my cock,
and my cock along with the highlighter--dripping pain/pleasure
double anal for my new friend. She would gasp and cry for more. Al-
ways more, harder, more intense. She needed to be used as much as I
needed to use her. Her ass, maybe more than anything else, captivated
me and inspired me.

Toward the end of my fantasies, it was my entire hand, fisting her,

her asshole lubricated by my own saliva and jism. And the more that I
jacked off to my memories of Sonia and her ass-fucking highlighter,
the more I decided, the more I had to admit, that my entire world

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simply was this woman, this girl. I needed her. Not just physically, I
needed all of her. Intellectually, spiritually. I began to convince myself
that somehow we were fated to be together, that she was my soul
mate, that we were destined to be in each other's lives.

I knew intellectually how desperate and unbalanced this line of

thinking was. I knew by sheer horniness and desperation that I cre-
ated what had to have been an alternate picture of reality for myself.
But I didn't care. I needed her too much.

I needed to feel her too much.

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Chapter Three

Shortly after 8 PM, I decided I'd had enough. Two hours of grading

lab reports and filing all manner of uninteresting forms followed ten
hours split between the lab and various classrooms. I was spent. I
looked at my watch to confirm the time, rubbed the hours from my
tired eyes, and eased my laptop away from me on the desk.

Office hours over. Shit.

No students this time, thank God. I reached for a bottle of green tea

at my side, but found it empty. Perfect. I laid my head down on my
desk and thought of Sonia's delicate skin. I longed to smell her and to
touch her. To hold her tight against me and to feel her fingers con-
stricting around my cock, taking me and guiding me into her young
vagina.

Sonia was all I could think of. Ever, anymore.

Leaning back in my chair, I squeezed my penis through my pants.

For an instant I considered simply removing it from my pants and
jacking myself to an orgasm right here. But it was only 8 PM: not that
late. I knew there were still people in the building. Other staff, stu-
dents. Soon the janitors. So I half-heartedly rubbed myself, not in-
tending to bring myself anywhere, but still driven by the compulsion
to feel some kind of physical pleasure whenever I thought of my new
young siren.

I looked at my laptop one last time, from force of habit, and then

reached out a hand to shut down the monitor. A small envelope
popped up on the screen and a chime rang out. I had an e-mail. For a
moment, my mind allowed me the fantasy that this was an e-mail from
Sonia: something short, flirty, intense, maybe something inviting me

to her dorm room for the fucking of my life. But it wasn't to be. My e-
mail client came up and displayed a message from my graduate assist-
ant, Julie Merryweather.

What a sweet girl, Julie, I thought. Then I wondered why I'd even

thought that. I must have been intensely horny. Images of Sonia again
swamped my brain.

I considered opening the e-mail but quickly decided enough was

enough. I needed to get home. I had a virtual Sonia to seduce. Perhaps
I'd even get up the courage to call her. There was no reason why I
shouldn't. She was obviously on the same page as I. She'd fucked her
pussy and ass with a big yellow pen in front of me, in class no less, all
the while talking to me about my cock. Why was I so hesitant to just
make it happen? We both wanted the same thing. Fuck it. I had to do
something. I closed the laptop and eased my chair back.

Suddenly, there came a soft knock on my office door. I didn't hear it

at first. As I eased myself out of my chair, the rapping came again,
more insistently.

And then I heard that familiar, beautiful voice. "Coop?"

"Sonia?" I replied. Sitting back down, I stared at the door.

"Yeah, it's me. Is this a bad time?"

I pressed my cock down through my pants, although doing so didn't

hide anything, or really make any difference at all. "No, no. Not at all.
Come in."

"You don't have another student in here, do you?"

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I could hear the giggle in her voice. "No," I said. "I've barely got my-

self. It's been a long day. But come in. Why are you standing out
there?"

I heard her giggle again.

The door swung open slowly. Painfully slowly. First I saw her foot, in

a pink Reef thong sandal, and then her bronzed, glowing leg. My
heart-rate quickened.

"What are you doing, Sonia?" I laughed. Fuck, I was feeling like a

kid. I was actually nervous and giddy with anticipation. Butterflies
fluttered in my stomach as I became aware that something was going
to happen.

She didn't say anything, but kept slinking her way in through the

door. Her leg tapered up into a knee, then a thigh, still only a long
stretch of bare skin. Then a swatch of red plaid material, thigh-high,
broke the advancing skin. I was mildly disappointed, but amused. My
cock, still hard, twitched against my pants. And then her face came in-
to view: her pert nose, an eye, her hair. Then she stepped through the
door and stood there, smiling, her arms outstretched in a geeky sort of
Ta-Daaa! I laughed. And she laughed.

"Am I late for office hours?" She was wearing a thigh-high red plaid

jumper, the kind that zippered in the front from the neck down to just
above her crotch. Apparently, she wore nothing else underneath.

"Well, yeah, I'm afraid my office hours ended about an hour ago."

"Good," she said. And, without another word, she closed my office

door, locked it behind her, and stepped around my desk. Her Reef
thongs fell away from her feet as she walked, and I watched as she
slowly unzipped the front of her jumper. Her golden brown skin

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glistened under the clothes. A thin film of sweat clung to her delicate
skin.

"Sonia, what are you doing?"

Shaking her head, she pressed her index finger to her closed lips. I

pressed the head of my cock painfully between my thumb and index
finger. I needed the pain to focus me, and I forced myself to breathe.

Sonia eased my chair back on its roller casters, gliding me away from

my desk. I planted my feet hard on the floor to keep myself facing her.
Her eyes glided over my body, but she wouldn't let them fall onto my
own. She was being coy, playing. She smiled and breathed heavily.
With a delicate touch, she swept my laptop and a small stack of papers
and books to the far end of my desk and, facing me again, let her
jumper drop away completely to reveal her naked, shimmering body. I
could smell a faint touch of coconut in her lotion. I had to bite my bot-
tom lip to focus.

Focus.

Naked, she slowly, ever so slowly, eased herself up onto my desk, let-

ting her gorgeous young skin drag across the cold wood. She faced me.
The carefully trimmed strip of hair on her sex teased, just a few inches
from my face. I inhaled deeply. In spite of myself, I let my tongue lick
across my lips.

"Oh, yes," she purred, watching me. "Coop, baby."

"Sonia."

Lifting her legs up off the floor, she leaned back on my desk. She

leaned back onto her arms, her naked pussy spread open for me, and

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then fixed her legs firmly to either side of me. She was completely
open to me now: exposed, vulnerable, and waiting.

"I need you, Coop. I've needed your tongue in my kitten since the

first day I saw you. Lick me, baby. Suck on me, please."

God, I loved how she used the word kitten. That innocence, along

with her heady sluttiness, drove me wild. I loved everything about her;
I was completely awash in her being. Once again, I was overcome by
the desire to have her, once and for all.

Gently, I took hold of her legs, running my hands along her soft in-

ner thighs, down around the perfect, heavy globes of her ass, and up
again where I allowed my fingers to brush against her labia. When she
moaned in anticipation of my touch, I leaned forward and placed a
gentle kiss on the hood of her engorged clitoris. She flinched slightly at
the sensation, and then settled down to press her musky cunt against
me. I drew my face down onto her gleaming, swollen butterfly and
slipped my tongue inside her as far as I could.

"Oh, God," she cried. "Coop, your tongue feels incredible."

"You taste so good," I moaned.

"I've waited so long for this," she sighed. "You have no idea how

many times I've thought about this moment."

I swirled my tongue gently around her inflamed clit, and then settled

in to suck and bite at her labia. She shivered as her stomach muscles
tightened and flexed involuntarily. I pulled myself from her wet slit
and traced a slow, even path down her perineum to her asshole. I
sucked and nuzzled at her slick, earthy ring, creating large globs of
saliva which I then rolled back onto her, swirled around my tongue,
and then swallowed. As I did, I imagined it was my own come, or

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someone else's come, that I was sucking from her gaping and freshly
fucked ass.

Soon I felt her thrusting her anus towards me, fucking my tongue

and my mouth with her illicit hole. She pulled my face back slightly so
that I could see her beautiful brown ring. It was puckering, opening
and closing, winking at me. I blew gently on it. She moaned at the sen-
sation, so I played with her some more, building up her anticipation. I
dragged her experience out, making it last. I never wanted this to end.

As she scooted herself toward me, easing her asshole against my

tongue, chasing me down with her sex, I again sank my tongue into
her. I pushed and prodded and finally wrestled myself past her tight
sphincter. As she rode me, her soaking vagina battered my face, and I
sank my fingers further into the skin of her ass. My nose did a bump-
and-grind against her clit, and this caused her thighs and stomach
muscles to quiver uncontrollably.

I pulled her to my mouth as she fed herself to me. Our bodies were

joined--tongue to anus, nose to clitoris, and then back to her anus
again. She pulled and I pushed. And although I couldn't penetrate far,
it was all her body needed, and she rocked lazily against me.

I held her as she bucked, each hand tightly grasping an ass-cheek,

and darted my tongue into and around her salty vagina again. I could
not get far enough inside her to sate my burning urge. It was as if I
needed to be inside her; not with my penis, but with my entire body,
my being. I needed to be inside her, to feel inside her.

To be one with her.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said, finally

pulling myself free of her. Slowly, I began tracing long, winding tongue
patterns on her sex. I nipped along her clitoris, ever so gently, sending

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sharp electric jolts of pleasure into her groin, and then gnashed my
tongue, mouth, and nose into her gaping cunt. I fucked her wildly with
the whole of my face, trying to jam as much of my mouth into her cunt
as I could. The sensations drove her wild, so that she bucked violently
against me. My own cock felt on the verge of exploding in my pants.
Her reactions and the sensations of eating her sex drove me wild with
desire.

"I... " she groaned, "I can't keep myself from coming. It's almost

there."

I pulled my dripping face away from her again and blew a cold

breath along the length of her cunt. "Okay, baby. Time to slow it
down."

"Oh, Coop, baby no. Let me come."

"No," I whispered. "Not just yet."

She lay back flat on my desk, her head cocked to the side, watching

me. She breathed heavily, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her mussed
hair stuck out in all directions.

"My elbows are kinda sore," she laughed. "But, fuck, I like this,

Coop. Why did we wait so long? You coulda been doing this weeks
ago."

I ran two fingers down along her soaked cunt and spat a large drop

of saliva onto their tips. With a soft, even movement, I inserted the
two digits all the way to the last knuckle. She breathed in deeply, a
small gasp, and then let the air out in a long, protracted sigh. Her soft
ass-cheeks jiggled as I began a slow cadence, finger fucking her cunt in
long, deliberate strokes. When she settled in to the rhythm, I lowered
my face to her sex again and flicked my tongue around her clit. I

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smelled her deeply and lapped at her silken elements. As her breathing
intensified, I pursed my lips and closed them around her clitoris,
pinching the little nub with my lips. She cried out and grabbed the
sides of my head in a heavy, painful grip. I could barely catch my
breath as my face was forced down into her. I ran my teeth along her
clit and she lifted off the desk, straining against my face.

"Oh, my fucking Christ, lick me till I come!" Sonia twined her fingers

in my hair, and she alternately thrust herself into my face and pulled
my face into her depths.

As her entire body tensed again, I withdrew once more and blew

along her gleaming cunt to cool her back down.

"Fuck you, Coop." She laughed breathlessly. "Let your baby come."

I sat back in my chair after a long, deep lick all the way up her labia,

and settled in to observe the pursing of her lips as my fingers plunged
into and out of her pink hole. I withdrew my fingers for a moment,
spitting more saliva across them, and then returned three fingers to
her pussy. Forming the fingers into a generally conical shape, I man-
aged finally to force four fingers inside her. I could detect a faint
cupric tang and drove myself wild with desire as the sensations ebbed
and built inside her.

I had to taste her again.

I withdrew my fingers with an audible pop and attacked her pussy

lips again. I licked and sucked and bit and, finally, simply ground my
face as she came violently against me. Her body bucked and writhed
under me. Her hands reached out quickly to push me away from her
sensitive clit, but I held her tightly as I ground and mashed at her
sensitive nubbin. With a twist of my wrist, I pushed three fingers into
her soaking tunnel and thrust them in and out as hard and as fast as I

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could. Her orgasm continued. I could feel her muscles tightening and
releasing around my fingers as the sensations raged over her.

After several long minutes, the muscles in her body finally relaxed.

She lay back quietly on the desk. Her chest heaved under her breath-
ing. As I lay with my face against her almost completely-shaven pubic
mound, I could hear her softly crying.

"Sonia?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Coop. Yes."

I licked her delicately, all the way up her cunt, taking care to avoid

her now especially sensitive clit. The taste was exquisite. Feeling her
body respond favorably, I slowly slipped two fingers inside her and
gently massaged her hardened cervix.

"Oh my God, yes," she moaned. "I'm totally okay. That was the most

beautiful thing I've felt in ages. I am so okay, Cooper. Just ignore me,
I'm being a girl."

She lay on my desk for another few minutes, catching her breath,

and slowly twisting her lower body against my exploring fingers. Her
scent, hanging heavy in the air, drove me into deeper depths of
arousal.

"You need to come, too," she said after a while. "Let me suck your

cock, baby. You can come in my mouth."

"Not here, Sonia. Can you come back to my place?"

"Of course," she agreed without hesitation. Sitting up on the desk,

she took my face in her hands. She kissed me deeply, probing my
mouth with her tongue. Her hands explored my body as we kissed,

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rubbing my chest and the back of my neck, working the muscles of my
back. Finally, for the first time, she kneaded and massaged my cock
through my pants.

"It's so hard."

"Hard for you, angel," I breathed, as I pulled my mouth from hers. "I

hope I don't disappoint you."

"It's perfect," she declared, squeezing my member even harder.

"You're going to feel so good inside me."

I licked Sonia's beautiful cunt for another few minutes before we

slipped her jumper back over her sopping wet body, locked my office,
and left. In the elevator we kissed and embraced and dry-fucked
through our clothes. Unusually aggressive, she seemed determined to
get my cock into her mouth. It became sort of a game to see how far we
could go without her actually doing it. It was late now, of course, and
most of the building was deserted. There really wasn't a reason why
she couldn't go down on me. But I didn't want that here. Not this first
time, and not in my building.

She sated herself eventually by pumping my cock with both her

hands as she suckled on two of my fingers. I probably could have come
like that, but we reached the first floor and the elevators slid open to
reveal the darkened and empty quad and my car parked not far away.

"Where do you live?" she asked, as we walked quickly, hand in hand,

to my car.

"Just off campus. I have a house."

Suddenly she became quiet, and I could feel a deep uneasiness des-

cend upon her. A cold humor seemed to spread around us. Her hand

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suddenly became very heavy. It felt almost as if I had to drag her along
with me to keep up our pace.

"Are you okay?"

Stopping, she eyed me cautiously. "You're not married, are you? I

mean, I know you said you weren't. But, you're really not, right?" She
seemed genuinely concerned, as if the thought had never occurred to
her before but now, now that we were here, suddenly the question
seemed immediately important.

"Married? No, no way. I never have been." Reassuringly, I squeezed

her hand. I kissed her gently on her cheek, and we were off again. I felt
her gaze linger on me as we walked, but quickly the mood returned
and she nearly pulled me the rest of the way. She didn't seem to need
much reassuring, once the formalities were disposed of. I found it a bit
strange that she'd worry about my being married now, after I'd just
spent the better part of an hour eating her cunt and asshole, but in the
end I didn't care. I had something else on my mind. And we needed to
get back to my house.

We reached my car, an old BMW 1600 that I'd bought and restored

as a young grad student. Having unlocked it, I sat her carefully in the
passenger seat. My cock quivered in my pants as I watched her drag
her wet thighs across the black vinyl seats. I stood and watched her for
a moment, taking in all of her beauty--that peculiar mix of innocence
and sluttiness--feeling as if we were teenagers on a first date. A
nervous giddiness throbbed in my chest. After closing the door, I ran
around to the driver's side.

As soon as I sat down and closed the door, she leaned over and bit at

my ear. "Let me suck your cock, baby," she said.

I kissed her back heavily and breathed, "No, not here. My place."

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"Oh, Coop, honey," she persisted. "I gotta have something."

She leaned back in her seat and unzipped a large portion of her

jumper. She smelled heavily of sweat and sex. Her smell made my cock
rage in my pants. I wanted her then and there. But we couldn't--not
out in the open like this. As much as I wanted her, wanted every part
of her, right here was not a good place for what I needed.

"Cooper," she pouted.

I smiled and said, "Here." As I spoke, I unzipped my fly and gingerly

lifted my hardened cock out of my pants. It was throbbing and pain-
fully full, so much so that the tip of my cock peeked through my
foreskin.

Immediately, she reached over and kneaded the head of my cock,

pulling and pushing the foreskin along my glans.

"No sucking," I said in a mock stern voice.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, slowing slightly, running her fingers along

my shaft and head. "I've never had an uncut one before."

"European thing, I guess," I said, for a lack of anything clever.

"I like it, Coop. It's gonna feel nice."

Feeling a cool breeze on my cock, I eased back in the driver's seat to

watch Sonia's delicate mocha hand wrapped tightly around my shaft.
Beautiful, I thought, on seeing my pale pink/white cock in her brown
hand. I had to concentrate hard not to come at the sight of it.

"Let's go," she urged. "I've got to suck you, Coop. I've got to feel you

inside me."

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I started the Beemer, put her in reverse, and backed out of the park-

ing space. It was difficult to change gears as Sonia pumped my cock.
What had started as soft, loving touches quickly grew into violent, fer-
vent pumping. She seemed determined to get me off before we got to
my place. Soon, I was slowly thrusting my hips up to meet her every
down-stroke. My balls ached as her fist banged against them, but con-
currently the feeling was one of sharp, intense pleasure. I'd never quite
felt anything so specifically hurtful and pleasurable. As my balls
tightened and seemed to cry with pain, an even more intense pleasure
coursed through my belly and loins.

"I'm going to make you come so fucking hard," Sonia announced in a

crude whisper. The violent passion in her voice nearly sent me over
the edge. I hadn't seen this side of her before, so wanton and desperate
in such an outwardly aggressive manner. I liked it. I'd never realized
that this kind of dominance or assertiveness could be such a turn-on
to me, but given my cock's reaction, apparently it was.

"Careful, Sonia, or I'll come right now."

"The only place you're coming is inside my pussy." She stopped

pumping, and held my cock, twitching like a wounded animal, in her
fist. The head was a dark purple. The pressure of the blood inside now
mottled the once shiny, slick skin. Smiling knowingly, she drew her
thumb and index finger together in the shape of a circle, and ran them
down to the bottom of my shaft. She squeezed tightly, clamping off the
imminent stream of sticky come.

"We gotta get home," I announced with a nervous sigh.

"Oh, yeah. Now, Daddy."

It took about ten minutes to clear the campus and get up to speed on

the main drag, through Greek Row, to the small enclave of houses and

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condos in which I live. We passed several groups of students waiting
on the parking shuttle, passed a parked University Police cruiser and a
cop hassling some art students about ganja, rode by endless local foot
traffic, and shared a red light with a city bus full of blissfully unaware
commuters--all the time with Sonia's expert hand variously pumping
my cock or squeezing off the building jism. As we passed the bustling
supermarket strip mall that marked the entrance to my community, I
felt Sonia's slick tongue on the head of my cock. Before I could protest,
she'd slipped the whole of my head inside her mouth and teased the
back of my straining glans with her tongue stud. Pulling my sex from
her mouth, she plunged back down on me, sliding my cock deep into
her throat.

"Sorry," she giggled. "I couldn't wait any longer. I just needed a little

taste."

I shifted gears and bore down on the throttle, maneuvering quickly

through the many quiet little streets, until we reached my cul-de-sac.

"And how'd it taste?"

"Like the best thing I've ever tasted."

I smiled and shook my head. She seemed to be trying a bit hard, but

my ego could certainly use it. I wasn't going to complain. The fact that
she'd take the time to play up my cock endeared her to me even more.

"We're here," I announced, as I eased the old Beemer into my

driveway.

"It's beautiful," Sonia said. "What a nice place."

"Can we talk about it later? I'll show you around... tomorrow?"

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"Yeah, tomorrow." Dropping to my lap again, she sucked my cock in-

to her mouth.

I eased her off of me, ever so carefully, and insisted we go inside. It

was time to finish this properly. "Let's go inside."

Sonia grabbed my hand as I tried to zip up my pants. "Leave it out,"

she said. "I want to hold your cock while we go inside."

"What about the neighbors?" I asked. And then, immediately, I said,

"Fuck the neighbors. Let's go."

I leapt out of the car and ran around to open her door. She was

already out of the car and waiting for me. As I approached her, she in-
stantly latched onto my naked, throbbing cock, and led me to the front
door. I fumbled with keys for an achingly long time, but finally got the
door open. I pushed Sonia inside and quickly threw the door shut be-
hind us.

We were inside. Finally.

Her gaze fell on mine. We stood there in silence, my erect sex in her

hand, staring into each other's eyes. I could feel my cock throbbing
against her hard grip. With each pulse of my member, she squeezed
back at me, as if milking me.

"I... " she began, and stopped in mid-word as I reached forward to

unzip her jumper.

I grabbed her, not hard but with purpose and with an economy of

movement, swinging her back against the front door and pressing her
face firmly onto the polished wood. Moaning heavily, she sank into my
hands, giving herself entirely to me. It was obvious that I could do
whatever I wanted, whatever I needed, to her.

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I reached around, my cock hanging and banging against her body,

and unzipped the rest of her jumper. Quickly, she was out of it, and
standing naked in front of me, her tits and face mashed tightly against
my front door. She cried that she was about to come as I pushed her
legs apart heavily and slapped at her exposed sex. Her fingers tensed
and scratched into the wood of the door. One of her manicured nails
cracked and broke off, falling to the floor. I pinched her hanging labia
between my thumb and index finger and pulled down hard. She yelped
and cooed. Slowly, her body gyrated against my touch.

I knelt down on the floor, sitting forward on my knees, and spread

the sweaty brown cheeks of her ass with my hands. I blew gently
across her asshole and watched it pucker and quiver.

"Fuck," Sonia sighed, and sat her ass back against my face.

I forced my tongue and mouth against her asshole as she pushed

back hard against me. The muscles in my neck strained painfully. I
found it difficult to breathe, but my cock ached and strained with a
passion I'd never quite felt before. I tore and sucked and licked and bit
at her hole, licking wide, hard figure eights around the inside of her
ass-cheeks and into and out of her slightly gaping hole. The more I at-
tacked her anus, the more she sighed and cried and fought to press
herself back onto my face.

We were both worked ourselves into a frenzy. She tried to turn her

body, so as to face me and to control my face against her cunt, but I
slammed her back against the door and continued biting and licking at
her back door. After a few minutes, she became weak in the knees and
fell down against my head. To support the wait, I pressed her back
against the door and slid several fingers into her dripping cunt.
Quickly, I pistoned and jerked my fingers inside her as I sucked and

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licked her ample, soft behind. Within moments, she cried out in or-
gasm and knocked me back onto the floor of the foyer.

Quickly, she climbed on top, and guided my cock into her soft, moist

cavern, still clenching and relaxing as the last aftershock of her orgasm
ripped through her.

"Oh, Jesus, Cooper," she sighed. Her eyes closed. Her head pressed

down against her arched shoulders. Her whole body was a tense
bundle of muscles as she rode the spasms.

Grabbing her ass-cheeks, I pulled her down closer to me, attacking

her tongue and beautiful, pouting lips with my mouth as I drove my
cock inside her in earnest. The feeling was so intense that I wasn't sure
if I was coming or not. Nothing came out of my cock, but the sensation
grew so acute and so concentrated that it seemed as if my body had
frozen at the first stabbing tremor of orgasm, and I was riding that
ever-increasing wave of pleasure with no release or counterpoint.

Sonia bucked and thrust herself into me wildly, running her hands

over my chest, and over and around her own chest. She caressed her
face, and ran her fingers through her hair. She moved like a dervish on
my cock. With her every movement, I tried to drive my penis further
into her. We were moving so vigorously that my cock almost fell out of
her. Our sex became just a series of short stabbing thrusts as we
gnashed and thrust our bodies. I tried to concentrate on anything but
the intense nirvana I now experienced--tried to put myself mentally in
another place. But there was no controlling it. Within a few minutes, I
could no longer withhold the release that Sonia coaxed from my balls.
With a loud, animal groan, I reached up and pulled her down onto me,
pressing her into my chest as her head sank into the nape of my neck,
and I came inside her.

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All I could hear was her breathing, slow and satisfied. I lay on the

floor, looking past her mussed hair, staring up at nothing in particular
on my ceiling, concentrating on the sensation of my pulsing cock in-
side Sonia's warm, wet hole. I lost track of time, lying there with her. It
could have been hours.

Slowly, she began to move, running her fingers along my chest, play-

ing and pinching at my nipples.

"I'm sorry, Sonia," I said, quietly, into her ear.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Coming so soon."

Laughing, she retorted, "Oh, fuck, please. That was incredible! I've

never ever come like that. You've sure got something with my ass. It's
still tingly. You licked it raw, baby."

Shifting my weight, I pulled her up alongside me so that I could

palm one of her sopping ass-cheeks. The skin between her globes felt
sticky and wet and slimy as I dragged my fingers across her soft skin.
"Can I suck it some more?"

Her eyes closed wearily and she sighed. "Coop, Daddy, I can't come

anymore tonight. You've got me off like three, four times now. This
pussy and ass have to rest." Laughing, she pressed her head back onto
my chest.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her breathing

against me. I thought back to the time I first saw her, in class, those
short weeks ago at the beginning of the semester. How could I have
known that all of this would happen? Obviously, I'd wanted it. I'd been
hopeful. But flirting is one issue. This beautiful thing was something

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else entirely. On that first day in the bathroom when I jacked myself
off, the only image in my mind was that of Sonia. Since then, I'd
thought of painfully little else--certainly of no one else. There was
work and there was this gorgeous woman. Nothing else. There was
nothing else, and even if there had been, it wouldn't have mattered.

But, suddenly, a voice, possibly of reason, possibly simply of doubt,

struck out from some distant section of my brain: What the hell am I
doing? I'm almost old enough to be her father, or close to it anyway.
She's my student; I'm her professor. I shouldn't be doing this. But as
she rolled slightly into me on the floor, running her fingers along my
stomach while pressing her sweet body into mine, those thoughts van-
ished. I squeezed her lovingly and breathed in deeply the scent of our
sex.

My fingers explored her nether reaches again, playing in the sticky

patch between her cheeks. For some reason, I couldn't get away from
that part of her body. No matter where else I played along her body,
I'd find myself returning to her ass. It fascinated me--transfixed me. It
was something beyond sexual, but there was most certainly a sexual
element to it. But what difference does it make why I'm obsessed with
her ass? The point was that here we were, here was her ass. The sensa-
tion of my fingers in our mutual fluids persuaded my cock to once
again rise.

"I'm sorry, Sonia," I said.

"What?" she asked drowsily.

I rolled away from her slightly, allowing her to glide off of me and

slip fully onto the floor, where she rested idly on her stomach. I man-
euvered quickly behind her, before she could protest, and dropped my
face into her ass.

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"Shit, honey, no more," she protested half-heartedly. But just as she

spoke the words, she eased her buttocks off the floor, arching herself
back into my face.

I lapped and sucked and nuzzled at her musky holes well into the

evening, losing count of the ebb and flow of Sonia's pleasure. Or of my
own. At some point, adequately satiated, I managed to carry her
through the house and lower her into my bed. She was exhausted, and
so drunk with lust and post-coital glow that she seemed unaware of
where she was. I chose not to dress her. I simply laid her down on the
bed where we fell asleep, naked, in each other's arms.

"So how did you know?" I asked Sonia as my fingers drifted through

her coarse, straight hair. "When did you know?"

She lay at my side, her head once again on my chest. Faint ribbons of

morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and cast diagonal bars
across our bodies. The comforter was pushed into a long fluffy cylinder
at the foot of my bed. Our naked bodies were damp and earthy from
the warm Florida climate, hot even at this early hour.

She looked up into my eyes as a sly, seductive smile stole across her

face. She looked angelic. "The first day of class, Coop."

"Yeah?" I ran my fingers back up through her hair and down along

her cheekbones. "How?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. How could you possibly have known? Was I that obvious?"

She sat up on her knees and slinked over to my crotch. My semi-

hard penis, foreskin pulled back, lay at an angle against my stomach.
Feeling her hot breath against my skin, I found myself easing my hips

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up toward her, anticipating something. Laughing, she gently kissed
my shaft, and then took me in her hand.

"Well," she cooed, "after I teased and flirted with you a bit, and, from

what I can recall, gave you one fucking nice look at my ass, you ran out
of the classroom."

Turning her head to me, she licked her tongue across her beautiful

lips. "When you came back, honey, the hard-on that still showed and
the come on your pants gave you away."

"I had come on my pants? Fuck." I tried to remember if I did, but

couldn't.

"I don't think anyone else noticed, silly. But I was staring at your

cock the whole time we were in class and, well, you ran out, you were
gone for a bit, and then you came back all cock-hard, mussed up, and
pretty winded."

"And with come on my pants."

"With come on your pants," she laughed, licking the bundle of

nerves on the back of my glans. And then, anxiously, in a little-girl
voice, "You were fucking me, right? Not some other trifling little ho
from class? While you were pumping your dick in the bathroom--as-
suming you went to the bathroom--in your mind you were fucking
me?"

"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head.

"What?" She slapped the head of my cock with her hand. The long,

French-manicured nails dug in to my sensitive skin, making me wince
and spasm in pain-pleasure.

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I rubbed her neck gently and blew her an apologetic kiss. I could feel

her fingers closing more tightly around my shaft and then, slowly,
gently, she began to pull on me. "Oh, it was you, angel," I explained.
"It was definitely you. But we weren't fucking."

"No?"

I leaned my head back on the bed and listened to her sloppy hand

job for a few seconds. Then I continued, "I was eating your pussy and
your asshole. Sucking your holes, shoving my tongue up inside you.
Licking. Biting. Just attacking you, you know? As if I were starving, or
dying of thirst. I just had to eat you."

"Hmmmm," she cooed. She increased the rhythm of her pumping on

my cock. "You nasty, nasty man."

"Speaking of who's nasty... "

"Hmmmmm." Bending her head forward, she encircled the head of

my cock with her lips, still pumping the shaft with her hand. Every
time she pulled back on my shaft, my urethra winked open, and she'd
flick the tip of her tongue around it and into it.

I gasped with pleasure. Steeling my nerves, I continued speaking,

despite the exquisite pleasure building in my crotch. "Why," I sighed,
"did you masturbate in class?"

"Oh, that," she laughed.

"Yeah. Christ, Sonia, it was hot. But in the middle of class?"

"I had to do something to get your attention."

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"If you only knew! You already had my attention. In spades. You're

all I could think of. Hell, right now, you're all I can think of."

"Maybe." She focused on the head of my cock again, this time with

her hand. She closed her fingers into a fist around my glans and
squeezed hard, pumping heavily in short, fast jabs. My cock felt ready
to explode. I arched my hips toward her, straining to meet her thrusts.
She smiled and licked her lips and seemed to savor the control she
wielded over me.

"We'd been flirting like crazy for what, a month? Six weeks? Any-

ways, Coop, I had to do something. We weren't getting anywhere."

"I was taking my time."

"No lie. But anything could've happened. You could've met someone

else, or I could've had to leave."

"Leave?"

"No. I mean, who knows? We can't predict the future. I needed to

know if this was real. Besides, I can only shove so many cucumbers up
my pussy, thinking about you, before I need you. You know? The real
thing. It was time to show you where my head was at."

I inhaled a gasp of air and strained my body. "Well, it worked."

The orgasm welling up inside me reached critical mass. Feeling my

cock twitch, Sonia lowered her head to my sex. She opened her mouth
and guided my purple cock head to her opening, resting the bottom of
my glans on the smooth metal surface of her tongue stud. An electric
sensation accompanied the rubbing of my frenulum along the metal.
My stomach muscles wrenched and rolled.

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"Come on, baby," she said. "Come in my mouth."

And I did.

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Chapter Four

The campus was so crowded that it proved difficult to find an empty

table in the University Center's cafeteria. I could've eaten in my office,
away from students and staff and the bustle and vitality of the place,
but after last night, I felt uncommonly social and alive. Certainly, I ex-
perienced an amazing euphoria and a driving energy that I hadn't felt
in--well, I had to admit that I'd never felt it. I felt good, and anyone
who knew me would have had to say that I exhibited a certain previ-
ously unseen spring in my step. I didn't want to waste all of that by be-
ing holed up in my office. On the other hand, I didn't feel like being
chatted up my needy undergrads or overly ambitious grad students.

Honestly, too, I wanted to find a place to sit and think about Sonia

and what we'd done, what that meant for us, and what the future
might hold. As she'd said, we can't predict the future. But I had to at
least come to grips myself with what it was that I wanted, what it was
that I needed. I wanted her, of course, that was the obvious answer.
But at what cost? And did I even really know her at this point? So, was
it the thought of her that I wanted, the idea of her, the idea of this gor-
geous, virile young thing wanting me?

Fuck, who wouldn't want that? Maybe I simply liked the way she

made me feel. She was ten, fifteen years younger than I, attractive
enough to pull the attention of any guy on campus, young or old, and
she wanted me. She made me feel as if I'd laid her like a porn star. Was
I just deluding myself? On the other hand, what did it matter, even if
that were the case? Why was I even questioning this? Why didn't I just
enjoy the ride and see where it went?

I had to admit, though, that I wanted more than just something

casual--even something as intensely erotic as this. I wanted something
with substance, something long term. I needed that. Maybe I was just

deluding myself. I found it strange, while suddenly thinking about it,
that this young coed would want an uninteresting professor like me.
What could I possibly offer her? Did she need a daddy figure? Did she
think she could use a relationship with me as leverage to obtain
something?

I knew myself well enough to know also that I'd fallen for Sonia.

End of story.

I was in love.

So, now what?

Sighing, I eased my way through the cafeteria crowds, with my lunch

tray and several bundles of academic papers balanced precariously in
my hands. Finally, I found an empty table. Perfect, I thought. It was
small, so at least if a student accosted me, there wouldn't be much
room to hang out. They might get a couple of stupid questions in, but
they couldn't stay long--not without looking like an ass standing there,
and not before they'd get swept along by the steady stream of traffic
through the cafeteria. And the table was in a corner of the cafeteria
complex. I might actually get some time to think.

I made it to the table before anyone else, sat down, let my bag slide

off my shoulder and onto the floor, and spread my lunch and papers
out in front of me. Suddenly, a quiet gnawing feeling sank into me--I
was forgetting something. Right, I thought. Julie Merryweather's e-
mail from last night. Fuck. I realized that I didn't have my laptop with
me.

I looked momentarily down the length of the cafeteria. The idea of

walking back to my office didn't appeal on any level. I'd just have to
wait until later to see what she needed. I hoped it wasn't about our

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research project, or worse still, about a grant issue related to our re-
search project.

Having opened a can of soda and a bag of chips, I leaned back to

study a paper on DNA microarrays and Drosophilae splice junctions. I
wasn't feeling this right now, but I needed something else on my mind
besides Sonia. I didn't really want anything but her on my mind, and
probably couldn't have concentrated on anything had I tried. But...

And then: "Hi, Daddy."

It was Sonia, carrying her books. "Can I sit down?"

I dropped the paper and sat staring at her for several long seconds.

My face bore a wide, stupid grin. Finally, I snapped myself back into
the moment and waved my hand toward an empty chair from the ad-
joining table. "Yeah, of course," I stammered. I pulled the chair over to
my table and shuffled over to clear some room. "Please."

She sat down and quickly slid her chair even closer. Without think-

ing, I dropped my hand under the desk and guided it up her inner
thigh to the silky front of her thong. Her skin was electric to the touch.
I withdrew slightly, feeling self-conscious, given our exposed position,
but left my hand remained on her knee. I had to touch her.

"I've missed you," I told her sweetly.

"Have you been thinking about me?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? All day. You're all I can think about. I almost ran

over a kid while parking today. I swear to God, I was looking straight
ahead and he was standing right there but I didn't see a thing. All my
mind could focus on was you."

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She smiled widely. "Me, too." Then she leaned in a little closer, and

said in a quiet voice, "My pussy is so raw I can barely touch it. You
worked me over, Daddy. Damn, you worked me over. But, this morn-
ing, after you left, I lay in your bed, thinking about us, and I could
smell you on the pillow."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh." She was still leaning in to me. Her breasts pushed up in

her bra as she pressed against the table. "I got so horny, I had to get
myself off. My kitty was so sore, it stung, but with you in my mind I
had to get myself off."

"With your fingers?"

She nodded.

I wanted specifics, and my cock raged in my pants at the thought,

and at the thought of her telling me about it right here. "How?"

She licked her lips and tilted her head coyly to the side. "I rubbed my

clit." She said this with an amazingly sexy, throaty exhalation of
breath. Her voice was almost a sigh as it rained down around me.
"And I pinched and squeezed and pulled on my pussy lips. And then I
rubbed my clit some more. A couple of times, I pushed a few fingers
inside me. Mostly, I teased and rubbed my clit, though. I didn't want
to wait for it. I just needed to come."

I breathed in deeply and smiled, shaking my head. "Sonia, we have

got to stop. I mean, talking about this now. I'm getting a furious hard-
on. I won't be able to get up from the table. I'll be knocking people
over left and right trying to get back to my office. I've got tenure, yes,
but that'll probably be frowned upon."

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She giggled playfully.

"Can we meet later?" I asked.

"Yes. Definitely." But then a gloomy cast fell across her face. "But,

fuck, I can't, tonight, Daddy. I've got class at six and then I've got a
study session at the library with some friends. I can't really get out of
it. How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow isn't tonight," I said, but then immediately felt guilty for

trying to manipulate her. She was in college, after all, and she was here
to learn, not to fuck her professor. I took her hand and squeezed it
gently in my own. I didn't even look around to see if anyone was
watching us. I didn't care anymore. "But, tomorrow is perfect. You
wanna do dinner?"

"Sure," she said immediately. "But I wanna fuck, too. A lot."

I laughed and she laughed. "I think the chances are better than not

that you'll get that chance," I said.

"And you're gonna eat my asshole again?"

"There is absolutely no doubt about that."

"Good." She leaned back in her chair and looked me over. After grin-

ning like idiots at each other for a few minutes, she said, "I like you,
Cooper Corbis."

"You know, I have to say that I'm pretty fond of you, too, Sonia Sim-

mons. Oh, hey, I almost forgot." Reaching into my leather messenger
bag, I pulled out two thick, soft cover books. "I brought these for you.
They're GRE prep books. I know it's getting to be that time, and I
wanted to do something to help you--something to show my support."

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"Oh, that's so sweet. Thank you, Daddy." She took the books and

leafed through them. "This is going to be great."

"To be honest, I've had my head in work--and, well, now you--so I

don't even know when the next exam is. I don't know if we've missed a
deadline or what."

"Not a problem, Coop. It's adaptive now. I can sign up and take it

any time. As long as I take the computer-based version, I don't have to
wait for a test date."

I shook my head, embarrassed. "Damn, I need to get out of the lab

more."

She laughed. "I'm gonna do that, but I don't think it'll help you

much. You're getting out of the lab, but into my bed."

"Yeah?" I blew her a kiss. "You little slut."

"You're a trip, Coop," she said. "That's why I like you so much. And

that's your little slut. Don't you forget it."

"As much as I like my little slut, as your professor, I must tell you

that we do have to set aside a bit of time to study." And where was this
coming from? I suddenly wondered. I'd never felt quite so conflicted
by a woman. Not that I found my feelings conflicted--I knew what she
meant to me, and what I wanted from her--but conflicted in terms of
my senses of priority and right and wrong. Nothing felt better than the
thought of whiling away endless hours in each other's sex, but some
previously suppressed aspect of me suddenly spoke out and reminded
me that, again, Sonia was here for an education, not a fucking.

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"I know, Coop. I am studying tonight. Don't worry. It's all under

control." She looked at her watch and sighed. "Damn, I gotta go.
Class."

I smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. All kinds of tomorrow, K?" She eased her chair out and

stood up, bending to gather her things. Her round, wide ass-cheeks
strained against the fabric of her pants. As images of that ass, naked
and sweating, coursed through my mind, my cock hardened uncom-
fortably against my pants.

I looked around quickly and then, surreptitiously, reached a hand

over and placed it firmly on the twin globes of her ass.

She sighed, and I felt her ass get heavy in my hand as she leaned

back against my touch. "So it's definite for tomorrow," she said. "I like
that."

"I like this," I said, squeezing her.

"Well, you think really hard, and get all creative and stuff, and de-

cide just what you wanna do to it tomorrow." She pushed back harder
against my hand, wiggled herself into me, and I desperately kneaded
the flesh with my fingers.

"I know what I want to do right now," I whispered. I drew my fingers

along the soft arc of her cheeks, down the steep curves, and then
rubbed the moist heat between her legs. "If we were in my office right
now... "

"Yeah?" she giggled.

"Bye, angel." I said.

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She turned her head and blew me a kiss. "See ya tomorrow."

And she was gone.

My office, situated on the third floor of the Biosciences Building on

the west side of campus, featured a single large window overlooking
most of the campus. As I leaned back in my chair and turned away
from my desk, I could see students milling around outside. The sky
was an intense cerulean blue, mottled slightly, with fluffy white clouds
that seemed to hang motionless in the air. The bright sun angled wide,
white rays that flitted through the window and fell around me like a
bright halo. It was surely a beautiful, beautiful day.

Sighing, I felt both incredibly good, euphoric even, and incredibly

lonely at the same time. Good, for the way things were developing;
lonely, because Sonia wasn't here and I seemed to have grown to re-
quire her constant attention. The more we did together, the more time
we shared together, the more time I needed from her. Not very
healthy, I had to admit to myself, but that realization didn't change the
facts. I was getting completely obsessed with this girl.

Outside, beyond the students moving en masse like little armies of

colorful ants, I could see the water tower and the upper ramparts of
our football stadium, with large green and yellow banners and flags
waving in the breeze. Apparently there was a conference game this
Saturday. Beyond the stadium, my eyes followed the gentle curve of
the basketball dome. Round. Smooth. Bulbous in a vaguely sexual way.
And I could think of nothing but Sonia's ass again. Again I sighed.

"Fuck," I said aloud, and then self-consciously looked behind me to

see if anyone in the department had heard. They hadn't; my door was
closed. Another hard-on pressed painfully into my pants. I laughed,
and then looked at my watch impatiently. I felt strangely like a

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teenager again. Past my sexual prime, apparently, according to the
health magazines, yet somehow still virile as a Brahma bull. It was as if
I'd saved up all this potency--all my years locked up in the lab and not
out there, in the world--doing things, doing people. I'd been saving it
all up for release. Now. With Sonia.

But she was off studying.

Swiveling around in my chair, I finally decided that I had to get to

work. I had no classes today, but I was due in the lab in a couple of
hours. There were things that needed tending to first.

My desk was a mess of crushed and bent papers strewn in every dir-

ection. Everything was scattered and out of sorts. A wide grin formed
across my face as I looked at the mess and thought of last night. Sonia
borne open on my tongue. The cheeks of her ass grinding into these
very papers. Her hands, arms, elbows flailing uncontrollably at mid-
orgasm. Yeah, I decided, working today is going to be a bit of a
challenge.

Prior to meeting Sonia, this office had been my sanctuary: my

sometimes-literal home away from home, where I spent a large por-
tion of my waking hours. The rest of my time had been split between
my lab and the classroom, with a little bit of time left over for travel in
between. I'd spent even less time at home. Cliched, yes, but that was
my life. Now, strangely, I felt anxious and impatient, keenly aware that
I was waiting for something, wanting for something. This room that
had been such a familiar comfort to me for so long now felt stifling and
oppressive. I imagined myself a caged animal of some kind, pacing
frantically in this office/cage. My heart pounded in my chest and I
began to wonder if I'd actually be able to get any work done.

All I could think of was Sonia.

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There was nothing to do but to start, I decided finally. I pulled my

laptop in front of me. Having opened the screen, I waited while the
machine woke up. Out in the hallway in front of my office, in a long
bullpen of low cubicles, I could hear students laughing. Their sounds
made me feel better.

Then I immediately thought of what it was that they did at night--of

what their lives were like. They were college kids. In my mind that
meant they'd be partying, getting stoned, getting drunk, dropping E's,
fucking like rabid badgers. Of course, my own college experience was
the antithesis of this. But meeting Sonia had changed me. I realized
that it wasn't just the years that had changed the Cooper Corbis of my
college days, the guy who had spent all day and all night studying and
working. I chuckled to myself, thinking If I knew then what I know
now, things surely would have been different.

When the laptop finished cycling up from its hibernation, I launched

my mail client. I also opened my word processor and brought up a
draft abstract for a paper that my graduate assistant, Julie, and I were
submitting.

Shit, I thought. Julie! I hadn't read her e-mail last night.

When the client finally loaded, a long string of unread e-mails cas-

caded down the screen. Spam--penis enlarging drugs, college coeds
with brand new webcams, Mexican pharmaceuticals sold real cheap,
hot Deal of the Century stock tips--as well as messages from students,
administration, and colleagues. I scanned down through the list and
found Julie Merryweather's e-mail. The subject line was ominous: Im-
portant. There was a fat, red exclamation point to the left of it as well.
No other text in the subject line. I clicked on the e-mail to open it.

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"Dear Dr. Corbis... " it began. This isn't good. I looked up to the CC:

field before reading any further and there was the name of our depart-
ment head. "Fuck," I said aloud. This was not good. Quickly, I finished
reading the e-mail and pushed back hard from the desk. I let out an
uneasy breath and rubbed my suddenly exhausted eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The short version was that Julie Merryweather's grandparents had

been in a tragic car accident out in Ohio, where Julie had been born
and where all of her family still lived. Her grandmother had died and
her grandfather was in the hospital. He would survive, the doctors pre-
dicted, but would need intensive care now and prolonged rehabilita-
tion and physical therapy once he left the hospital. Julie's parents were
there, in Ohio, but Julie felt that she was needed at home. The oldest
grandchild, she had been especially close to her grandparents.

She was devastated, the e-mail read, but her family had to come be-

fore her own life. She couldn't think about school, or our research,
right now. When things clarified--settled down--she would either
come back to school, or transfer to a school out west. She was sorry.
She was crushed. She couldn't believe this was happening. But she had
to go. She had to go home.

I needed to replace her.

"Fuck," I said again. And repeated the expletive several more times

under my breath. My heart ached, mostly for Julie and her grandpar-
ents, but for myself as well. Then I felt like a complete shit for having
that thought. But, goddamn it, this is not good. This would have an
enormous impact on my research, the project and all of the grants, the
paper we were writing. I needed options, but couldn't think of any.
The project was too far along to backburner at this point. The grant

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money was in place, but wouldn't wait forever. The University expec-
ted a publication. Stopping now wasn't an option.

I leaned forward to the computer again and clicked the New message

button to launch an empty e-mail draft. I typed the name of the de-
partment head in the To: field and sat staring at the screen with its
blinking cursor.

Maybe I can poach a colleague's assistant, I thought, or grab a

post-doc fellow. But the former was a shitty plan, and probably
wouldn't work. Budgets were tight. We didn't have enough assistants
as it was now. There were none to spare, and I knew that. The latter
was doable, but what were the chances, given the timeframe?

And then the thought hit me. It was completely irrational. She was

unqualified and unprepared. She wasn't even a grad student--not yet,
anyway. But I needed an assistant, I needed to see her more, and she
needed money. It was perfect. Unlikely, improbable, but perfect.

Sonia.

I would see her every day. We'd be together constantly, working

alone, at night, during the day. My mind suddenly left my research is-
sues far behind and concentrated on all manner of elaborate sexual
scenarios. Stop, I told myself. Settle down. It might not even fly. She
might not even agree to it.

I fished my cell phone out of my messenger bag. Quickly, I dialed

Sonia's number. My hands shook. Why are my hands shaking? I felt a
strange heaviness in my chest. Also butterflies.

"Jesus, calm down," I told myself. The phone clicked over and con-

nected the circuit. I heard a ring. And then voicemail.

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Fuck. Why is her phone off? My mind raced. My heart pounded in

my chest. I was excited, anxious, impatient, and now suddenly a bit
pissed off that she hadn't answered. But I told myself to calm down. I
was being ridiculous. First thing first. I needed to get approval. I'd just
inform Sonia after the fact. Why wouldn't she want the job? It would
be perfect. But, damn, it would've been nice to talk to her.

Why was I feeling so strange about this? Was I being possessive?

Jealous? Of what? Why was I so affected by her failing to answer the
phone? I felt ridiculous.

I typed out a quick e-mail to Dr. Shey Duncan, the Dean of the Col-

lege of Arts and Sciences. I described Julie's conundrum and her de-
cision to withdraw from our research and from school. I impressed on
him the importance of our research, and I set up Sonia as the perfect
replacement, at least for the short term. I hit the send button and
leaned back in the chair to think. This was all incredibly bad, but in-
credibly good, too. And it was all happening so fast.

Am I doing the right thing?

I had to see Sonia.

But first, I had to get this signed off by my department head. I got up

from my seat and walked down the hall to her office. I barely noticed
the students I'd been so enthralled by earlier. I was on a mission.

The meeting with my department head had gone exactly as I'd

hoped. She was understanding, compassionate, and conveniently in-
clined to bend the rules more than just a bit to clear the hiring of an
undergraduate--Sonia--as my assistant. We'd spent several hours dis-
cussing options and strategies, placing a call to Dr. Duncan, and get-
ting the contractual paperwork drafted and approved by University
counsel. Everything was set. I vibrated with anticipation.

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It was a quarter to nine, and the sun was just disappearing under the

horizon as I piloted the Beemer through campus. It had been a long
day, and I was finally heading home. The more I drove, though--the
more students I saw milling around, walking back from class, back to
their dorms, over to one of the many clubs around and just off
campus--the more I thought of Sonia. And the more I thought of So-
nia, the more desperately lonely I felt. This vicious cycle caused my
mood to drop quickly.

I needed to see her. I needed to smell her hair, her skin, her body. I

needed to look into her eyes again, to stroke my fingers through her
hair. I needed to feel her heartbeat against mine. My cock twitched in
my pants as I thought about this. I needed to feel the way the walls of
her vagina contracted and massaged against the shaft of my cock as
her orgasm washed over her.

As I eased the BMW to a stop at the traffic light marking the south-

ern edge of campus, and waited to turn onto the main drag back to my
house, I picked up my cell phone and dialed. It connected and rang,
and rang. And rang. I sighed. Sonia's voicemail picked up and I could
almost see her sweet, metal tongue stud tapping the roof of her mouth
as she spoke. Her sweet voice soothed me, but it was just a recording,
not really her, and that made me feel worse. I didn't want to seem des-
perate, which was fairly ironic given the raw desperation I was feeling
inside, so I elected not to leave a message. When the light turned green
I sped off, dropping the cell phone into the passenger seat.

I couldn't go home. I knew I'd drive myself crazy, and probably make

a fool of myself in Sonia's eyes by calling her over and over throughout
the night. No, I had to get a grip--had to think about tomorrow.
Twenty-four hours. Twenty-four short hours and we'd be together, my
tongue firmly pressed into the beautiful sweet musk of her asshole,
our bodies and souls collective, united.

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"I can do that," I said to myself. I can do that.

I eased the car down Fowler Avenue, heading toward my house, but

decided that I would stop for dinner someplace on the way. I was
hungry--a little anyway--but more than that, dinner would absorb
some time I greatly needed to rid myself of. And it would provide a
welcome distraction. Maybe I could even get some work done while I
was there.

There was a small mom and pop diner only about a mile up the road,

across from the shopping mall. I'd been there many times, alone and
with students and colleagues, and suddenly I found myself with a taste
for it. This is good, I decided. Twenty-four hours to go, no problem.
And a patty melt and some grading would ease me through a couple of
those hours.

It would fit the bill perfectly.

But it didn't. Not really. If anything, it made me feel worse.

As I sat, absently stabbing French fries into ketchup, I tried to keep

Sonia out of my mind. But the more I looked around and tried to clear
my thoughts, the more the affection around me underscored my own
sense of loneliness. In every booth, it seemed, couples were sharing
quiet moments together. Young people, old people--it was as if I were
stuck in some sort of bad skit. Everyone was paired off but me. Every-
one appeared to be having gratuitous amounts of physical contact but
me. I felt ridiculous and needy, but the more I tried to discount this,
the more some long-dormant inner voice urged me on to just stop the
bullshit once and for all and find Sonia. I needed her, my voice argued.
And she needed me.

It was no use trying to talk myself out of it. I had to see her. I waved

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found myself driving through the darkened campus streets. It was al-
most ten o'clock. The library was still open, but very few students were
around. There were some motor scooters and bicycles chained up out-
side, and a few cars parked illicitly in the faculty lot across the street.
Two or three students wandered away, talking loudly about a party.

I didn't think Sonia would be there. I didn't know, but something

told me she wasn't, so I decided to swing around to the northern tip of
campus and dorm row. She was probably in her dorm room, I decided.
I knew that if she were there she'd be alone, given that her roommate
was in the Keys vacationing with family for a few days.

I parked my car in the resident student lot behind Sonia's dorm hall

and made my way up a small, ambling walkway toward the building. It
was dark, although the path was very well lit. Large elm and oak trees
loomed over me to form a surreal, wooded tunnel. It was beautiful,
and I made a mental note to get Sonia out here one night for a little
playing under the trees and stars. I'd seen this part of campus before,
but not at night, and certainly never with these intentions.

Thinking of her again, I wondered suddenly how in the hell I'd get

inside the dorm. There really wasn't a way to do that, unless I lucked
out and caught someone coming out or going in. I had a faculty ID, but
I didn't have a residence card, and that's what the electronic locks
were keyed for.

I made my way down through the path, past a small utility building,

a large swimming pool devoid of students, and a beach volleyball court
equally deserted. Finally, I stood in front of one of the building's
doors. I checked it, just in case, but it wouldn't budge. Fuck. I wasn't
surprised, but disappointed. Stepping back away from the building I
looked up at the windows, for no other reason than to maybe gain
some new perspective. The windows didn't open. It wasn't as if I could

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yell to someone to let me in. And, of course, even if I could, no one
would've let in an older, deranged hack--professor or not--standing
outside shrieking to be let in.

Desperation began to set in once again, as I wandered around the

building so as to see if I could find any other way in. I couldn't. There
were four main doors and a utility room door, but all were locked. I
considered picking the lock on the utility room door--the only door
without an electronic lock--but I had to admit that I had no idea how
to pick a lock. I didn't even know where to start.

By the time I made it back to the first door, I was tired and

completely defeated--overwhelmed. Dropping to sit on a bench out-
side, I and sank my head into my hands. It was hopeless. There was no
way I could get inside.

"Dr. Corbis?"

The voice was familiar and sweet. I couldn't recognize it, but I

turned quickly. "Yes?"

"Hi, Dr. Corbis, it's Katie. Are you okay?" The speaker was Katie

Sutherland from my Cell Biology course last semester. She was a delic-
ate little brunette with a soft, upturned nose and bright, cheerful blue
eyes. Even in the dark, she looked amazing. And, even better, she lived
in this dorm. I had my way inside.

"Yes and no, Katie. Hi. And thanks. I'm okay, mostly."

"Well, what's wrong?" she asked. "Can I help?"

"I was upstairs earlier, tutoring a student. Sonia Simmons?"

"Oh, I know Sonia. Yeah."

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"Well, I left my bag inside, up in her room. All my papers are in it,

and I actually really need them. I'd call her, but," I pointed my finger
skyward and shrugged my shoulders, "my phone's in the bag."

Laughing, Katie pulled me up from the bench. "Oh please, don't

worry. I live here, too. C'mon, I'll let you in."

I couldn't help but eye her beautiful little ass as she led me to the

door. For a moment, I imagined myself in a dizzying three-way with
Sonia and this beautiful girl. God, I was so horny. I imagined them na-
ked, one lying atop the other, their young pussies borne open before
me. I'd lick one, really deeply, sucking their salty juice far into my
mouth, and then I'd lick the other. Back and forth, licking one, then
licking the other. Then I'd settle into licking and sucking one while I
violently fingered the other.

They'd come, together, and I'd stand up from between their legs. I'd

need only one or two short strokes before I came myself, sending long
trails of milky jism raining down across their bellies, pubic mounds,
inner thighs. Then, because the very sight of my come on their young
skin would drive me to sexual distraction again, I would lean back
down and clean my come. I'd lick and suck until every drop was gone,
at which point I would attack their clits and labia again. After a while I
would flip them over so their asses were up, and I'd suckle at their
golden assholes.

"Dr. Corbis?" Katie asked, holding the door.

Snapping out of my reverie, I looked at her, embarrassed and smil-

ing. "Thank you so much, Katie. You're a lifesaver. I'm kind of preoc-
cupied. I'm sorry. It's been a hell of a long day."

She smiled sweetly, and I could've sworn that her eyes stopped a

beat longer than necessary on my crotch, tented now by my throbbing,

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aching cock. "Well, don't forget to get some rest, okay? You're so ded-
icated. You're an amazing professor--and I'm not just saying that to
get a grade." She smiled ever more widely. "I mean it, you're amazing.
But don't forget to take care of yourself, too."

"Oh, I won't," I said, feeling almost as if Katie could see right

through me--as if she could feel or sense or somehow know why I was
here, and what I was about to do.

"Good night, Katie. You're a sweetheart."

"Good night, Dr. Corbis." She turned and walked away. I couldn't do

other than watch the easy, almost lazy, swaying of her ass-cheeks as
she walked.

I need Sonia.

The door swung shut behind me. I stood alone in the large ground

floor common area. The walls were drab, white-painted concrete
block. Cheap artwork and motivational posters hung in seemingly ran-
dom intervals around the room. There were two couches and a heavy
chair set into a small conversational group, framed by night tables
topped by heavy, modern-retro lights. A vending machine at the end of
the room whirred loudly as it cast an odd reddish-green hue in a
strange angle along the floor.

My heart raced in my chest and, as I looked down, I saw that the

front of my pants was tented again, propped up by the engorged, pain-
ful flesh of my cock. I was so excited and anxious I could barely
breathe.

I wondered if Sonia was home. I hoped she was, although, just as

soon as I thought that, it occurred to me that I had no legitimate reas-
on to be here. How would she react? Would she freak out, thinking I

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was stalking her? Would she be angry that I snuck into her dorm?
Certainly, this was an invasion of privacy, of trust, of something.

What would I tell her? The news about Julie, and how Sonia could

now be my paid assistant, if she chose to be? That was genuinely news,
but did it warrant my breaking into her dorm? Maybe she'd see me,
pull down her sheets, and order me to mount her then and there? I
smiled slightly, thinking of that one, and all of the cheesy porno
letters-to-the-editor cliche that it was based on.

In the end, I decided it didn't matter. I had to be here. The fact was

that I was here, for better or worse. After all, if she'd stuck a highlight-
er up her cunt and asshole, let me go down on her in my office, and
fucked my brains out last night, what could she possibly say about my
being here tonight?

I made my way quietly out of the common room, and slipped into a

stairway vestibule that led up to Sonia's wing of the third floor. Her
dorm room, I knew, was the corner suite down the long, southern hall-
way. It was the last door, which opened into a small study area and
two more doors--one being Sonia's. It took just a few moments to
make it there, and I managed to do so without running into any other
students. It appeared that everyone was asleep or out on the town.

I inhaled softly, and held my breath as I tried the knob to Sonia's

door. It creaked, and I exhaled. It then opened ever so slightly in my
hand. My heart jumped into my throat. I was here, and I was getting
in, and I was dizzy with adrenaline. I eased the door open completely
and slipped inside, closing it quickly but quietly behind me.

Across her small dorm room, lit by soft moonlight filtering in

through a single window, I could see her lying on her stomach. I
watched her for a few moments as she breathed gently in her slumber,

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before approaching her. She lay on her stomach, but listed to one side,
with a knee curled up, her gorgeous, heavy ass-cheeks visible under
the thin, sheer blanket. My cock twitched as I noted this. I had to get
closer.

As I hovered over her, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The

scent of her lotion and her skin, combined with the slight, sweet tinge
of her sex, danced in my nose and sent shockwaves through my mind,
my chest, and my cock. I pulled back the rest of the covers from her
body, exposing her completely. She was naked. She stirred, ever so
slightly, as I pulled down the covers, but didn't wake. I just have to
touch her, I thought, as a heavy pounding--my heart racing--played in
my ears.

Her skin was soft and warm. Gently, I drew my fingers across her. I

concentrated on her ass, and ran the pads of my fingertips in small
circles up and down the swell of her cheeks. After a few moments, she
must have felt the touch, felt something, because she pulled her knee
up closer to her chest and adjusted her hips on the bed. Her ass was
even more open to me now, and I could see the faint twinkle of sweat
between her cheeks in the moonlight. I pulled my finger down the
crack of her ass, wiping the delicate sweat away, and then eased the di-
git into my mouth. She tasted so good! Closing my eyes, I shut out the
world, so as to concentrate my every nerve on savoring her essence.

Easing back slightly from her bed, I pulled my pants down to my

knees. I needed to come, then and there. As I touched my cock, I al-
most lost control, but forced myself to calm down. Control. I wanted
this to last as long as it possibly could. Seeing Sonia naked and help-
less, unconscious, before me proved immensely erotic. I was in a sexu-
al frenzy and, at this point, all I needed was to feel the tightening of
my balls and the heavy spasms of orgasm.

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An intense urge built in my chest as I slowly pumped myself, kneel-

ing on the ground with my face inches from the naked, sleeping body
of my love. With my free hand, I carefully touched her ass-cheeks
again, running my palm over the soft, yielding flesh. She moaned
quietly, and I wondered what kind of dream she could be having while
stimulated unaware like this. Soon, I was on the cusp of orgasm and
had to release my cock. As much as I needed to come, I didn't want
this to end. I didn't want to come just yet. With my cock glistening
with my spittle and still throbbing, I stood up and leaned over Sonia's
prostrate body. I took her ass-cheeks gently in my hands and spread
them to expose her asshole and more of her luscious, young vagina.
Her labia opened to reveal her moist, pink tunnel, gaping at me.

Bending down, I planted a soft, delicate lick directly onto the ring of

her asshole. Her hips pressed back subconsciously, and I fed my
tongue into her anus.

The excitement grew overwhelming. After only one or two short

minutes, I could no longer contain myself. I began thrusting my cock
again. Immediately, I found myself coming. The first stream shot
across her cheeks and clung to her skin in a long, white rope. Pressing
the head of my cock to her asshole, I pulled slowly, so as to coax the fi-
nal spasms of my orgasm between her soft, brown cheeks. I realized
that I hadn't breathed in some time. I fell back, as quietly as I could,
onto the floor, winded, my head swirling. The come pooled on her as-
shole, and then leaked in a large, gray-white glob down into her open
cunt.

Sonia stirred and woke up. As she shifted her weight, the come

gushed from her ass and vagina and spilled onto the linens. "Who?"
she cried, startled, and stared into my eyes. It took a few seconds, but I
finally registered through the haze of her sleep. "Coop, is that you?"

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My heart dropped, sunk into a deep abyss in the pit of my stomach.

Suddenly, I felt sick. This had been a horrible mistake. "God, I'm so
sorry, Sonia. I don't know what I... "

"Fuck." She wiped her eyes groggily and looked around the room.

Her breathing was settling from her scare. "How'd you get in here?"

"Please don't hate me," I said quickly.

"You scared the shit out of me!" She noticed that she was naked, but

didn't make any effort to cover up. Her hand ran slowly down her side
and stopped at the wetness in her crotch.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she said, in a voice now the familiar soft legato I knew

and loved. "Coop, what are you doing here?"

I got up from the floor and stood in front of her, my semi-erect cock

dangling between my legs, dripping of come and my saliva, my pants a
crumpled mess at my ankles. I held my hands out to my sides, palms
up, as if to say, Well?

"Oh," she said with a sly smile.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," I pleaded. "I needed you. So

badly! I had to see you. I'm sorry."

"Most people would call," she said slowly. "Like with a phone."

"I tried. I called a few times, but you didn't answer."

Nodding, she rolled over onto her back, stretching cat-like against

the soft sheets of her bed. "I think the battery might be dead." She

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smiled, then, and squeezed her ass-cheeks against my come. "It feels
like you started and, well, finished, without me, Daddy."

"Sonia, I just can't get you out of my mind. You're in my blood."

She laughed.

"What?" I asked self-consciously.

"Me too, Coop. I was dreaming about you."

I knelt back down over her and, as I did, she spread her legs ever so

slightly. "Just now? Are you serious? Are you just saying that to make
me feel less like a complete idiot?"

"All the time," she said, smiling. "But, yeah, just now."

"Oh."

"Coop?"

"Yeah, angel?" My cock hardened. I could feel a weight building in

its head.

Sonia spread her legs open completely and pulled her luscious pink

lips apart. She held the lips back with two fingers and tapped lightly at
her swollen clit with a third. "It's not going to lick itself, baby. Come
here."

"Oh, you slut," I breathed as I lowered my tongue onto the firm hood

of her clit. Her whole body shook. She pulled away faintly at my touch.
I smiled and began licking around her delicate nubbin, down along her
labia, down into her asshole, and back up to her mound. I cupped my
whole mouth atop her cunt and breathed deeply against her. My

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breath pulsed onto her sex. I could feel her lips sliding along my
tongue as she eased herself toward me, hunting for more contact. My
tongue flicked and hit her clit. She groaned loudly, contorting and
grinding her sex into my face.

For a long time, I suckled at her moist tunnels, alternating between

her vagina and her anus. As I did so, she wrapped her legs around my
head, pulling me down into her. As I began to feel her body tensing
under me, I slipped away from her dripping sex and eased a long trail
of delicate kisses up to her sternum. I held her breasts in my hands,
tweaking and pinching her nipples with my fingers. Within moments,
the nipples were swollen and hard. I traced small, tight circles around
them with my tongue.

"Cooper, make love to me," Sonia breathed. Her eyes were closed,

and her head was cocked back hard into her pillow.

"Okay, baby," I said and climbed onto to the bed, easing my body

between her legs. Without effort, I slid inside her velvety sex. The sen-
sation proved beyond description. She was tight, smooth, and hot
along her canal. As I slowly pumped inside her, I could feel her
muscles pulling and releasing against my cock.

"Get my pins, Daddy," she said after a long time, the minutes flowing

together in a series of ebbing and flowing sexual sensations. "On my
nightstand."

"What?" I panted.

"I want my pins," she repeated. "They're there on my nightstand."

"Okay," I said, and I grudgingly pulled my cock out of her so that I

could reach what I finally saw was a small leather pouch on the night-
stand. I retrieved the pouch and handed it to her.

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"Can we play with these?" she asked sweetly.

"Angel, we can play with anything you want. What are they?" Slowly,

I sank my shaft back inside Sonia's cunt. As I did so, she cooed and
moaned.

"They're dissection pins," she explained matter-of-factly, closing her

eyes to savor the feeling our sexes created as they merged. She began
to gyrate against my cock and fucked back at me in short, quick
thrusts.

"Dissection pins?" I breathed, thrusting hard into her. "What for?"

"Yeah, you okay with that? It's kinda freaky, I admit. Please don't say

that it turns you off. I need you on, baby, okay?"

"Oh, I'm turned on. You don't have to worry about that. What do you

want to do with the pins?"

She licked her lips and sighed. I had to stop thrusting. It was too

soon for me to come, so I withdrew from her cunt to rub my cock
slowly in great circles against her clit and the rest of her moist butter-
fly. With each pass my hard glans made over her delicate button, she
hiccupped with pleasure and gave a soft, plaintive whine.

"I like my nipples stimulated. I want you to push the pins through

my nipples."

"What? Are you serious?" I exclaimed, stopping and letting my

aching penis throb against her warm, wet opening. I looked at the
pouch, and then at her. "I don't think I can do that."

"Please, Daddy."

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"I don't think I can hurt you, Sonia. I can't do something that's going

to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," she assured me, her tone much harder and

more direct. She opened the pouch and pulled out two long, stainless
steel needles. They were not thick, but they were long, at least six
inches. "Pinch my nipples hard, and slide one of these through each
one. Endorphins, Coop! I won't hurt. It'll feel so good."

I took the two needles and leaned over her. "Are you completely

sure?"

"Yes, it's like getting a piercing," she moaned, tugging my cock now

with her hand. "And when they're through my nipples, I want you to
fuck me again. Hard. You're not going to hurt me."

"Okay."

"In my asshole," she clarified. "I want you to fuck my ass."

My cock twitched at the lewdness in her tone and at the thought of

entering her ass again. I slipped myself inside her once more and stole
several quick, illicit thrusts.

"Coop," she complained. "Focus."

"Okay," I smiled. And I had to admit to myself that I was getting in-

credibly excited again, after the initial cooling down of my passion by
her somewhat unconventional request. "How do I do this?"

"Just pinch my nipples really tight and then push the pin through.

Nothing to it." She opened her eyes and gave me a look that said it was
going to be all right. "Just when you break the skin, keep pushing until
it's through."

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"Okay," I said. Taking her left nipple between my thumb and index

finger, I squeezed tightly until her nipple discolored and she moaned
and squirmed under my touch. Then, methodically, I placed the point
of the pin against the skin of her nipple and firmly pressed the shaft
through. She moaned softly, and thrust her hands into her sex. A small
trickle of blood leaked from her nipple. Before I could consciously pro-
cess the thought, I bent down and licked it up. I placed my mouth onto
her. The cold, steel pin pressed under my lips and jutted out on either
side of my mouth as if it were my mouth that was pierced. Gently, I
sucked her nipple in against my tongue.

"Jesus Mother," Sonia cried and pulled my head against her beauti-

ful, brown tit. Her voice sounded staccato, possessed. "That feels
incredible!"

Pulling away, I repeated the process on her right nipple. Sitting

back, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the two straight silver
pins juxtaposed against the fleshy, organic slopes of her breasts. The
contrast was striking.

"Coop," she sighed. "Fuck my ass now. Make me come."

"How do your nipples feel?"'

"They hurt. They sting so nice."

Having slathered a large finger-full of saliva along her tight brown

asshole and pressed the lubricant inside the sphincter and into her
tunnel, I eased the head of my cock against her. I pushed and pushed
and pushed, applying a steady pressure, but eased in ever so gently.
Finally, I felt her orifice yield. The head of my cock slid in slowly, and
she felt tighter, hotter, more vital than I'd ever experienced before.

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Her rectum was deeply warm and sticky. The friction of our parts

tugged and milked my flesh. My shaft sank in and out of her, building
momentum, building an intense, pleasurable knot in my gut. She felt
creamy inside, and oh so tight. I closed my eyes and tried to think oth-
er thoughts, tried to place myself outside of my body, away from So-
nia, somewhere else, but it was hopeless. Her bowels felt too good. I
couldn't go on any longer. I had built myself to too many heights to-
night and I could not deny the torrent any longer. With a sharp cry of
Sonia's name, I finally collapsed on top of her. My throbbing shaft
began to fill her delicate passage with come.

She held my head against her chest, and I could feel the steel pins

shifting as she breathed. Her heartbeat was a rapid drumming against
my ears. Through the thin lining of her rectum, I could feel the clench-
ing and releasing of her vaginal muscles. As her orgasm subsided she
took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply.

"I love you," she whispered.

We fell asleep entwined in each other's arms.

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Chapter Five

We awoke the next morning, still in each other's arms, rolled up

onto our sides in a tangle of sheets, body parts, dried blood from now-
tender nipples, and tracks of dried semen. The room was placid and
dim, and we lay still, holding each other, enjoying the residual glow of
last night and the quiet calm that befell us. I'd pulled the pins out from
Sonia's nipples and twirled the delicate, wounded nubs between my
fingers. When I caught them just right, her whole body tensed and
shivered uncontrollably and she forced her ass back against me. She
ground herself into me until my cock was, once again, aching and
straining toward her warm, wet fissures. She giggled and I giggled and
we whispered our love into each other's ears.

The moment lingered as we drifted in and out of sleep, lazing the

morning away. Eventually, we faced the hard realization that we'd
need to get out of bed and get on with the day. I had classes to teach.

Outside, in the hallway beyond the dorm suite, we could hear the

frenzy of students--alive, vigorous, well into their day.

"Just a few more minutes, baby," Sonia pleaded in a delicate baby-

girl voice.

"Okay," I said. It wouldn't be good for me to leave now anyway, in

the height of the morning rush.

"It's okay about last night," Sonia said. "I needed you, too. And I'd

been thinking of you. I was going to call you and ask you to come and
get me, but I didn't want to bother you. Actually, I didn't want you to
think I was stalking you, or desperate to trap you or something."

I stroked her hair and pressed my mouth to the back of her head,

placing a deep kiss there. I considered telling her what kind of frenzy
I'd worked myself into last night, how desperate and, well, depraved
I'd allowed myself to get. But I thought the better of it.

"I needed it," I said, finally. "I think we both needed it."

"Yeah. I know I did."

I slid my hands down her face, down along her torso, and rested my

fingers in a soft caress on the top of her hips. "You said you loved me."

"Did I?" she asked, coyly. She took my hand in hers and pulled it to

her heart, resting our hands between her breasts.

"Yes, Sonia, I believe you may have."

"Maybe I did," she laughed.

I kissed her shoulder. "That's convenient."

"Is it? And why's that?"

Pulling her closer to me, I pushed my cock against the soft rounds of

her ass. "Because I love you. You're my everything."

She rolled over to face me and lay her delicate palm on my face.

"And don't you ever forget that, my prince. Remember that, no matter
what."

Leaning into her, I kissed her deeply and forced my fingers into her

warm, sticky vagina. She squirmed against my hand and thrust her
hips to push my fingers inside her. "Like that?" I asked as I tickled her
cervix with my fingertips.

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"Fuck," she cried suddenly. "Shit, look at the time. I gotta go, baby.

My exam!"

When Sonia slinked out from under me, my fingers popped out of

her and dragged deeply across her shaven cunt. She darted across the
room to get dressed. She entered a mad but methodical flurry of activ-
ity as she cleaned herself up and threw on some sweats and a loose t-
shirt.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I said, watching her with deep interest. "Now's

probably not the most opportune time, but we have to talk. I have
news for you."

"What is it, Coop?" She stopped, half naked in the middle of the

room, and waited, somewhat impatiently.

"Long story short, I need a grad--well, a teaching assistant: a lab as-

sistant. Mine had to withdraw because of a family emergency. She's
not coming back to school. The job's yours if you want it."

"Oh my God, Cooper!" Her demeanor changed immediately. She

flew across the room and fell onto me, her arms and legs wrapped
tightly around my torso. Having knocked me onto my side, she
squeezed into me like a boa. "You are an angel! That's so awesome.
You have no idea what this means to me!"

"I'm happy to help, Sonia," I managed, laughing. "Anything that I

can do for you."

"Oh, you are so going to get something special for this."

I pulled myself away slightly and brought my hand to her cheek,

stroking the soft flesh. "That's not why I did it," I said, then locked my

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lips on hers. We kissed deeply, and eventually pulled apart, choking
for breath.

"I know, silly. You did it because you're the most amazing guy in the

world. But, you will get something special." She took my hand from
her face and placed it on her warm mound. Her pussy quivered under
my touch, even through her sweatpants. "Just not right now, okay?
You have to wait just a bit."

"I'm not good at waiting. I think we both know that by now. But I'll

try." And with that, I watched her disappear out of her dorm room.

Outside, in the hall, I heard her scamper away, buzzing with excite-

ment. I eased back on her bed and squeezed the head of my aching
member. I considered masturbating into her sheets, but realized that I
needed to be somewhere, too. I only hoped she'd be able to concen-
trate enough to get through her exam. Then I wondered if we'd actu-
ally get anything done, her being my new lab assistant. Then again,
really, I didn't care.

The day elapsed quickly. It seemed that little time at all had passed

before Sonia and I found ourselves together again. Her exam had gone
well, she boasted. My classes had been pleasant but forgettable,
something to break up the day, a necessary evil. Actually, I couldn't re-
call much from my classes, and had spent the time, as always these
days, thinking of Sonia.

I watched her setting her books down on my desk, her sweatpants

straining to contain her large, soft ass-cheeks as she bent over. I
wanted her then, there, but I needed to--at least--display the pretense
of work. I needed to show her around the lab--to show her where her
office was, small broom closet that it seemed. I needed to play, too, in
the worst way. But, that will come soon, I told myself.

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"God, Coop, I can't tell you how much this means to me," she said

for the tenth time. And then she leaned into me, whispering, as if the
whole department stood out in the hallway listening to us, "Think of
all the time we'll get to spend together."

It was the way she said together that really got me. I looked around

quickly to see who else was in the department and then stole a quick
kiss. "I can't tell you how much I've been thinking about that. We'll
have to do a little work, though, at least. Okay?"

"Of course," she smiled. "But just a little. And only when I'm finished

with you."

"Finished with me?"

"Yeah."

"And how long will that take?" I pulled her tight and clamped my

hands onto her ass, one hand squeezing each cheek.

She sighed and buried her head in my neck. "Years. Maybe forever."

"Well, we'd better get some pre-emptive work done." I slapped her

ass lightly and we stood apart, facing each other, drinking ourselves in.
Finally, I said, "Come on, let me show you around."

She nodded, giggled, and followed me out of my office. We made our

way quickly down through the important landmarks in the
department--the faculty break room, the copy center, the supply room,
the department secretary's desk, and a quick meet and greet of the
higher-ups--then stole up to the fifth floor and my lab. This was even
more exciting than I had imagined it would be. I felt very much like I
was welcoming Sonia into a hidden world--which, in a way, this was.
And it was my world, now our world, and that felt incredible.

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We spent about twenty minutes getting Sonia acquainted with the

equipment and the general laboratory processes and procedures. She
took to it like a duck to whatever. I felt a growing pride in my chest as I
beamed at my new assistant: my Sonia.

"Let me show you your office," I said.

"My office?" she asked. "You're shitting me. Seriously? You're

serious?"

"Yes, of course."

"I get my own office?"

"Well," I said, licking my tongue across my bottom lip, "when we're

not sucking and fucking in my office, you'll have your own."

"This is unreal," she said. She couldn't stop giggling, and the more

she giggled, the more her delicate breasts jiggled and strained in her
top. "I know I'm grinning like an idiot, but you've gotta excuse me,
Coop. I really can't believe this."

I shushed her and walked her through the lab to a small vestibule

that revealed three wooden doors.

"What's in here?" she asked, gesturing to the first door.

"It's a supply closet, nothing much," I answered, and eased her past

it and into the middle door, which was the door to her office, which
was, ironically, the same size as the supply closet. "This is yours,
baby."

"Can we wait a sec?" Sonia asked suddenly.

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"Sure, how come?" I eyed her suspiciously.

She nodded toward the first door. "The supply closet." Then she

leaned in and whispered, "Can we go in there for a bit?"

I laughed and shrugged.

"I told you earlier, you're gonna get a surprise."

My cock twitched expectantly in my pants. I nodded quickly, backing

up and opening the supply room door. We stepped inside and closed
the door behind us.

Standing inches apart in the dim glow of a single incandescent light,

we embraced violently, tearing at each other's bodies, gnashing our
mouths together. My head grew faint and I had to force myself away
from her delicious mouth to breathe. My cock strained, and I was
dizzy--quite literally--with lust. As I groped and pinched at her
breasts, her nipples hardened and poked through her top. As I knelt to
pull down her pants, she stopped me and shook her head.

"Here," she said, pulling something from her small purse. "I wanna

try this. No touching the kitty, Daddy. It's all about you right now."

It was a strange stainless steel rod, like a laboratory stirrer, but

thicker. Twirling it in her fingers, she allowed me to observe it from
every angle. I swallowed hard and felt my cock jump with delight as
she let the tapered end slide down her saliva-covered tongue like a
small, metallic penis.

"What's that, baby?" I managed to ask.

"A sound," she said, as if I should already know. "It's called a ur-

ethral sound, and it's used by doctors, piercers," and with a small

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laugh, "freaks like me, to dilate the inside of your urethra. It's just a
smooth metal rod with a cute little rounded end. You see, Dr. Corbis,
your urethra is home to a high concentration of nerve-endings. This
will stimulate them very nicely."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Sit down, baby," she instructed, still smiling. As I did, she pulled a

small rectangular jar from her purse. She slathered the long, tapered
steel shaft with thick white lubricant, and swirled the tip between her
thumb and index finger. "You wanna know what I'm gonna to do with
this?"

"Yeah." I could barely answer as she tugged at my belt and expertly

undid my pants.

"It's going to feel really good, Coop. Really good, I promise." She

pulled my pants off--no small feat, as we were sitting--and quickly re-
moved my underwear. My cock pointed straight at her face as she
settled in, seated between my legs, in front of me. My aching, purple
glans peeked out of my foreskin. She licked deeply at my cock and
then, leaving the head in her mouth, slowly massaged my thighs and
around my balls.

"This might hurt a little, but it's going to make you really, really

pop."

"Okay." I was a bit uneasy, and she heard it in my voice.

"Coop, it's okay. I would never hurt you--not hurt you in a bad way."

"Okay."

"But you," she laughed, "might feel a slight pressure, as they say."

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"Okay." I forced a laugh in return. I wanted this--I wanted anything

Sonia wanted to do to me or with me. But, I couldn't shake the anticip-
atory sense of panic. This, after all, wasn't all that natural for most
guys.

"Just lean back and enjoy."

She grasped the base of my already raging cock with one hand and,

after laying another flurry of loving kisses up the shaft and around the
head, she softly peeled back my foreskin. I loved when she did this,
and now was no exception. She unsheathed my cock like a child open-
ing a Christmas present. Her eyes lit up as the glans presented itself
for her. The head grew ever more deeply purple: engorged with blood,
the skin shining, gleaming, taut. My heart raced as she sank her head
to my sex again. She sucked sloppily, concentrating on just the head
now and, specifically, on my urethra. She pulled away her beautiful,
pursed lips, leaving a long trail of spittle rising from my cock to her
mouth--like come, frozen in time, a DVD paused at the money shot.
She smiled and licked the spit away from her bottom lip.

"Are you ready, my prince?"

I nodded. "Yes."

She squeezed the base of my cock harder, making the shaft ever

more rigid and the head tighter and thicker, darker, and firmer. My
urethra winked open slightly as she pulled with two fingers on the
sides of my glans. I knew what she was going to do, and I was rapt
with the most intense longing I'd ever felt. I didn't know what to ex-
pect, but I wanted it suddenly, and I wanted it from her. Pain or no
pain. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.

She inverted the sound, so the tapered end pointed down, and she

brought the cold metal to the tip of my cock. With a lustful look I'd

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never seen before, she sank the instrument into my cock. The tip and
the first quarter inch of the sound slipped in easily and shot an elec-
trical storm of pleasure in and around my groin.

This was a totally new sensation. Pleasure, intense pleasure, almost

orgasmic pleasure, but different. There was no pain. There was not
even the threat of pain, not a single token discomfort--just intense,
deep pleasure, down through my shaft and up through my rectum and
into the pit of my stomach. I could feel it radiating deep up my ass,
and around my prostate, and I could feel it in the depths of my balls.

But as she transferred more weight onto the sound, it suddenly be-

came an uneasy pleasure. I could feel the shadow of pain hiding barely
outside of view. But, I liked this. I loved it. I sat back and watched and
drank in the pleasure and the absurdity of the situation--I had a stain-
less steel, tapered medical instrument sticking out of my cock, and the
pleasure was none I had ever known.

The sound stopped. Sonia licked from my scrotum up to the tip of

the back of my cock and flicked her tongue in lazy little circles around
the head where the thick steel rod extended like an armature from my
sex. Her movements were so slow, yet so pleasurable, that I found it
difficult to time my breathing. Her face dropped away again, and I felt
one of my balls in her warm, moist mouth. It fell out and the cold air
kissed the skin firm. Then the other ball sank into her moist tunnel.
The metal stud in her tongue rubbed along the rough skin and sent a
tingle up my tailbone.

"This is the fun part, baby," she said.

"Oh, god, Sonia, it's already fun."

I resisted closing my eyes. I wanted to see her. Her face, her eyes. I

could see the soft brown mounds of her ass behind her head, peeking

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out from the side and framing her head like enormous mouse ears,
and I almost came. This vantage point was incredible--so many new
sensations, such intensely erotic visions. It was almost too much. A
sense of sadness befell me as I tried desperately to calm myself. I
didn't want this to be over; I didn't want to come.

"I'm gonna come soon," I said.

"Wait. It gets better, baby."

She licked up the shaft again and then settled down with one of my

balls in her mouth. She suckled it and twirled her tongue around the
rough skin, isolating the ball against the side of her mouth. The pleas-
ure was electric. With one hand, she slowly pumped my shaft, careful
to keep the shaft perfectly straight so as not to bend me against the
sound. Her jacking was soft at first, barely perceptible, and then built
to an intensity that made my balls churn. As she pumped me, she took
her other hand and began easing the steel rod further into my urethra.

The pain suddenly grew intense--sharp, white-hot, searing--as if

someone had just taken a length of electrified wire and poked it unaf-
fectionately down the length of my penis. I emitted something
between a scream and a cry, and raised my hips from the floor, which
only served to thrust the sound deeper inside me. But, then, it was
over. Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. An even more intense
pleasure washed over me.

I panted, and large rivulets of sweat ran down from my brows,

across my face, to drop into my crotch. The sweat splattered on Sonia's
hands and on my cock. My jaw and teeth ached from clenching so
tightly, but in my loins I felt only pleasure now. It was a dull, yearning
pleasure, like an ache. Yet another new sensation. Soon five inches of
the sound were inside me.

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She stopped pumping for a moment.

"Watch," she said, visibly proud of this new pleasure she'd intro-

duced me to.

As my cock throbbed, the sound slowly bobbed up and eased out of

my urethra. The pleasure grew exquisite. Unspeakable. No pain at all
now, just the pleasure--searing, white-hot, but pleasure. She pushed
the implement back into my cock, and then allowed it to ease out.
Pushed it back. Watched it slide out. Over and over and over again. In,
then out. In, then out. Over and over.

The pleasure built, every second--mounting until I was sure I would

lose myself, only to find the pleasure building even more. Slowly, she
fucked my cock with the sound, each time wrenching my entire lower
belly with a pleasure I'd never before experienced. She pumped my
shaft while she fucked the hole, pushing the thick metal instrument in-
to me, impaling my cock and setting alight every delicious nerve end-
ing inside of the shaft. I thought I was going to pass out. The pain,
which had turned to pleasure, raced back toward pain again and the
sensations were simply too intense for me to process.

"I'm gonna come, Sonia," I gasped, as I felt my cock tense ever more

and strain to release its load.

"Yes, baby. Come for me now." She began pumping the sound

quickly into my cock. Her delicate touch was gone now. She jammed
the steel into my urethra.

The sensation became too much. My balls clenched, my entire body

tensed, and my cock exploded violently in a wash of warm, sticky
come. She pulled the sound out of my cock after the second spasm,
and a fat turret of lumpy come erupted from the purple head. She had
moved herself above my cock and caught the flood against her face.

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Quickly, she sank her mouth over my cock and pumped violently on
my shaft with her hand. Her tongue danced around my frenulum and
the back of my sensitive glans as the orgasm whipped across me, and I
blew the last gush of my come into her loving mouth.

I drifted back, supine, onto the floor and closed my eyes. My ears

rang. My vision blurred and tunneled. I was exhausted to the core. My
whole body felt weak, spent. I had come, not just with my cock, but
with my entire body. I could feel Sonia over me, pressing her body into
mine, whispering that she loved me. I pulled her closer to me and let
myself go.

Two weeks had passed since Sonia had taken over as my lab assist-

ant. Things between us, personally and professionally, had never been
better. Graduation was coming up soon, and we were both winding
down the semester--me, preparing grades and setting up my teaching
schedule for next semester, and Sonia wrapping up the last of her pro-
jects and studying for finals.

"I can't believe it's almost over," she said, lancing a slice of tomato

from my plate as we sat in our small corner of the cafeteria. "I mean,
I'm almost done."

"Time flies," I said, and then immediately felt bad. "Look, I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked, chewing.

Once again, my concerns were my own. It occurred to me that no

matter how well synched we were, she couldn't, in fact, read my mind.
I laughed nervously. I didn't want to lose her. "Don't mind me. I'm just
being, I dunno, odd. Or something."

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"Cooper, talk to me." She sat down her fork and fixed her attention

on me. A group of students filed behind us to their table, their lunch
trays hovering precariously over our heads. "Baby?"

"Almost over? Almost done?" I said, unable to look her in the eye for

reasons I didn't fully understand. "It all sounds so final. So terminal.
You know?"

"Oh, my God," Sonia laughed. "You are the smartest man I've ever

known. But you're fucking retarded."

"Thank you," I said, smiling absently.

"You're some kind of stupid, Daddy."

"Well, now I feel so much better." I took the rest of my tomatoes and

flung them gracefully onto her plate. She parried my fork and locked it
against her plastic plate as I tried to return it to my own.

"Listen to me, Cooper Corbis. I'm not going anywhere. What you do

for me, I've never had done before. What you make me feel, I've never
felt before. What I feel for you, I've never felt before. You're my soul
mate. You're my fuck bunny wunny. I love you. That's my cock," she
declared as she dropped her eyes to my lap, "and I'm not leaving it."

"That was unusual, but romantic," I said, smiling widely, and re-

trieved my fork. "But what now? Where do we go from here? The
semester's over soon. You're graduating. You're going to walk. Then
what?"

"What do you mean, 'then what?'"

"Are you going to stay here?" I asked.

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"Are you asking me to move in with you, Cooper?"

I fidgeted awkwardly and adjusted myself in the cafeteria chair,

which had suddenly become very uncomfortable. "What? No, I mean...
"

"So, you don't want me to move in with you?" she asked quickly.

"Where is this going?" I asked, laughing nervously. That wasn't it at

all. But, suddenly, yes. I very much did want her to move in with me,
as a matter of fact. Yes, I certainly did. But... "It's not what I said. I'm
just... "

"It's all right, Coop. I'm fucking with you." Setting her utensils down,

she placed her hand gently over mine. Her eyes drifted into mine and
soothed me immediately. "I applied to grad school. It's going to be
fine. Well, I hope. I haven't been accepted yet."

"You did?" I turned my hand over, holding her hand in mine. My

face twisted into a wide, stupid grin. "You applied? To where?"

"Here, of course. I applied to grad school here."

"You didn't come to me for a recommendation," I said, wondering,

but trying my best to avoid sounding accusatory or overly needy.

"I know. I'm sorry. Are you mad?"

"No, of course not. Not mad. It's just I would have given you one. No

problem! I would have given you a great one."

She gave me her you sweet, stupid fool look once more: something

she'd grown increasingly adept at doing. "I know, baby. That's why I
didn't. I don't want it to seem as if you're doing me favors. You know,

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'There go Dr. Corbis. He got Sonia into grad school, and you know
they were fucking.' No, I needed to do it on my own. You know? For
you, and for me, I needed to know that I could do this on my own. But
your support means the world to me."

"You're an amazing woman, Sonia."

"And I want to support you, by being the best I can be."

"What did I do to end up with you?"

"I ask myself that, too." She smiled and licked her lips.

"When will you hear about your application?" I asked.

"In a couple of weeks, I think." Leaning back in her chair, she

stretched. It was getting late. "I should be notified pretty quickly of a
decision, I'm told. That's what the departmental secretary said. It was
mostly a formality, apparently. I hope, anyways."

"So," I said, posing as sexily as I could manage, "what do you want to

do after dinner?"

She laughed at my caricature. "I think we should head back to the

lab for a bit. I've got some equipment to prep for tomorrow."

"Some equipment?" I asked. "Really?"

"You are a dog, Cooper Corbis."

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Chapter Six

I flicked off the light at the switch on the wall. It was late, and there

didn't seem to be anyone else in the building--certainly not on the fifth
floor, and not in this area of the lab--but why take chances? Reaching
across the mica-topped desk, I turned on the gas, and then sparked the
Bunsen burner to life. On the desk behind me, I lit another burner. In
total, I lit four of the thin metal burners, set in a diamond pattern
around me on the two long lab desks that ran down this side of the
room. They cast a warm, diffuse yellow glow across the entire room.
My shadow bent into a long abstract form on the wall. Low on the
shadow, a large dark shaft bent against the lab cabinetry. My cock
looked huge. I smiled. "Kind of romantic," I said after a few moments
of taking in the lighting and the ambiance it cast.

"Yeah, baby."

Sonia was on the floor in front of me. She was naked still, on her

hands and knees. Ropy streams of my come ran across the slick, wet
globes of her ass. The semen, slowly drying, formed varicose little
rivers on her skin. The thick clumps of my sperm had slid down along
her delicious mounds and now clung to her hard, curly pubic hairs.
The slicked-through pink gash between her legs dripped its juice onto
the epoxy floor. Playfully, she wiggled her ass toward me, and then
thrust her hips up and down, making the cheeks clap gently. A gobbet
of my sperm dislodged from her cunt as she gyrated her hips, and
splattered against the floor.

"I'm so fucking hard right now, Sonia," I said, slowly pumping my

cock in my hand.

"Baby boy, you just came."

"I know. But, Jesus," I said. "Your sweet ass. And your voice. Angel,

everything about you."

I tweaked the head of my cock, and actively forced myself to stop, so

as not to jack off all over her or to ram myself into her velvety canal
again. I wanted desperately to be inside her one more time, to be one
with her, to press our bodies together in ways that forced us into that
deep, intense togetherness, that brutal need, that we'd both grown to
live for. It was this feeling that we'd both grown to need to live. Like
crack or junk or crystal meth, we needed each other, and I needed her
now.

But, right now, this was about Sonia. A surprise I'd envisioned, just

for her.

"I'm ready, my Professor," she breathed.

"Me, too, honey."

I walked slowly around her, running the fingers of my right hand

from the top of her cunt, up between and over her ass-cheeks, and
then along her outstretched spine. I felt her skin tingle under my touch
and the sensation of our merging flesh caused the slow burn in my
testicles to flare. How could I be so lucky?

I needed to come again.

As I passed her head, I turned my hips to position my cock in the

direction of her face. Sensing this, she raised her head to me, first to
smile that familiar expression of hers--part lust, part innocent longing,
part something beyond love--and then opened her lips to take the
head of my cock onto her tongue. She closed her mouth over me, over
just the head, and sucked tightly. Her eyes closed. The satisfied, tender
look on her face almost forced me over the edge. She held me there for

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what felt like an age, trapped in her vacuum. The warmth over-
whelmed my senses. Suddenly, it was gone. I felt a prickling cold on
my skin as my wet cock fell away from her delicious mouth.

I caressed her face and, bending down, planted a long kiss on her

mouth. I tasted her cunt on her lips by way of transference from my
cock. The thought of this was almost enough for me to explode again,
then and there.

But, I wouldn't. This was her turn, I reminded myself again.

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she declared sweetly.

"I love you, Sonia." And I had a special treat for her.

Opening the supply cabinet on the wall beside us, I carefully re-

moved a large bend of thick, hard rubber. My little secreted treasure,
which I'd hidden earlier this morning. It was eighteen inches long: A
thick U-shape of heavy silicone rubber. Each stretched, six-inch-long
section of the U was set roughly two or three inches apart from the one
next to it. In my estimation, this was the perfect dildo. I'd found it on-
line, on a bondage-and-sex-toy website. I knew immediately that it
was for Sonia--for us.

"Oh, God, baby," Sonia said, seeing the colossal implement. "What

are you going to do with that?" It was a rhetorical question, as she
knew exactly what I was going to do with it. And the irony of her ques-
tion wasn't lost on her, given that she'd used her own sound on my
cock a dozen times since that first experience in the storeroom.
Unorthodox toys were becoming a larger and larger part of our
relationship.

"I think I'm going to come as soon as you touch that thing to my

pussy."

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My smile broadened. I felt my cock twitch and strain painfully

against its own skin. My heartbeat quickened, and a buzz-like fine
hash settled into my brain. I couldn't resist the urge to squeeze my fist
around my cock and pump half a dozen times. The energy lifted me to
the tips of my toes. One or two more strokes and I would have been
raining come down over her naked body again.

It was time for Sonia to come.

She inhaled deeply. Her body shook. She leaned her face and chest

to the floor, causing her ass to lift and her ass-cheeks and cunt to
spread open further before me. "I'm ready, Daddy," she cooed. And
then, following a short, sexy laugh, "Go easy on me."

"Sonia."

"Yeah, baby?" She reached a hand up under her belly and flicked two

fingers in tight, rapid little circles over her clit.

"I love you."

"I love you," she replied. Pulling her fingers from her sex, she licked

them clean. Her head was cocked and she kept an eye on me, peering
expectantly over her shoulder.

She then extended the fingers to me, pressing them against my

tongue. "Now fuck me with that monster, goddammit."

I smeared a large amount of petroleum jelly onto the thick rubber

ends and along the shafts of the dildo's U. When the surface was
thickly slick with the lubricant, I positioned myself in a crouch down
behind her. The head of my cock touched the cold floor and my as-
shole puckered at the jolt.

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"Are you ready?"

"Fuck me, Coop," she growled. "Take that chunk of rubber and stick

it inside my body. Fuck me with it, and fuck me hard with it. Please.
And don't stop, no matter what, until you feel me come."

I leaned forward and devotedly lapped at the lips of her cunt. I ran

my tongue up and down her perineum, slicking the area between her
anus and her vagina. The feeling on my tongue, the sensation, her
taste, her smell--the combination drove me into a heady frenzy. When
her soft coos became louder, frantic moans, I stopped and leaned
back. Scooping up a few more tablespoons of lubricant with my index
and middle fingers, I smeared it around and into her puckered brown
anus, slicking the insides of her ass-cheeks as well--for no other reason
than seeing that delicate skin slick with lube made me want to come
even more.

When she grew loose and wet, I finally brought the top section of the

U-shaped dildo to her asshole. She puckered and kissed her gorgeous
hole at me. As she spread her cheeks apart for me, I eased one of the
thick, penis-shaped ends into her ass. It stopped at first, the blunt
curve pushing awkwardly against the rim of her hole but going no fur-
ther. I could feel her squirm and her entire body sigh impatiently un-
der my touch. She gasped something unintelligible and pressed her
holes back toward me. The hunger in her belly caused my cock to
strain painfully against the cold floor.

With a slight twist of the dildo and a constant, even pressure, the

monster phallus finally began to sink home inside her.

"Oh my fucking Christ!!" Sonia screamed. "Oh, Jesus. Fucking Jesus

Jesus Jesus. It feels so big!"

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"Are you okay, honey?" I asked her as I pushed down on the dildo,

ever so slowly, and twisted it against her to position the final length of
heavy rubber just between the soaking lips of her cunt.

"Coop, Yes. Oh my God, yes. I'm so fucking okay. You're tearing my

asshole in two with that thing. It feels so fucking good I want to cry.
It's so hard and so smooth. I feel like I'm going to shit out my entire
insides and it feels so good. So good. It feels so good I don't know what
to do."

"Just enjoy it," I whispered and bent to gently kiss the inside of her

ass-cheeks.

I eased the last section of the U into her young body. It slid easily in-

side her cunt and her delicate lips vibrated along the length of skin-
like rubber as it impaled her. I moved my hands now, so that I held the
U at its base with my right hand and rubbed around her clit with my
left. Gently, I played around her clit, careful not to touch the delicate
nub directly, not to spark the fire that would bring her to orgasm.

Slowly at first, and then with increasing velocity, I fucked both her

luscious holes with the dildo. Soon I could smell her delicious sex, the
fresh, intense scent of her insides, the earthy musk of her ass. As if I
were some kind of industrial press, I thrust the twin rubber tubes like
a piston into and out of her willing body. Her back shimmered with
sweat, and over the mounds of her ass I could see her head, her hair,
flailing back and forth with intensity of the pleasure.

Sonia couldn't speak. Her sounds became muted and guttural. The

loud, hungry screams and cries devolved into base animal noises.
Grunts. Low squeals. The dual penile shafts beating into her cunt and
her asshole shifted the pleasure to her entire body, across every inch of
her skin, and deep down into her organs. No longer did she merely feel

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acute pleasure at her sex. She strained against the building wave of a
full body orgasm. Every muscle in her body strained and coiled in anti-
cipation of the coming pinnacle.

She moaned and called out to me, but I couldn't understand what

she said. As I slowed my pumping to ease the sensations in her bot-
tom, she began to thrust back at the toy, impaling herself on it with
sheer unmitigated violence.

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,

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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 as-
shole, 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 nod-
ded 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 pel-
vis 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.

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"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 be-
ing 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 un-
assisted. 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.

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"I think I like it," I said loudly after a while.

"I told you," Sonia replied from my home office, set up in the bed-

room 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 sur-
gical 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
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was getting turned on. By the time the surgeon had completely re-
moved 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 sur-
geon 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 con-

struction 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 de-
cidedly horny.

Having soon lost interest in the shipbuilding, I flipped through sev-

eral 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

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likeness of a familiar cock--my own--held tight by a delicate brown
sphincter. Smiling, I shuffled to retrieve the DVD player remote con-
trol from the nightstand. I pressed play, and eased back to watch my-
self 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 disconnection from the moment made it
all seem strangely more erotic. My cock twitched again. At the mo-
ment 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 posi-

tion, 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 ma-
chine danced along my most sensitive nerve endings, sending me al-
most 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

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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 frenu-
lum, the membrane that attaches the foreskin to the glans. The area is
dense, teeming with nerves. The vibrations concentrated there by the

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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 stim-

ulation 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, sever-
al 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 in-
tense 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 top-

per 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 an-

nounced with a giddy squeal.

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"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 lean-

ing 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 extin-
guish 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 drip-
ping 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, impas-
sioned symphony. The sounds of sex reverberated from every direc-
tion around us.

"Your tongue," Sonia cried. "Fuck."

All I could do was moan against her slick flesh. I was in heaven.

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Chapter Seven

The alarm clock didn't wake us. It had taken an unexpected fall dur-

ing 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 win-
dow. 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 plaint-
ive squeal of a school bus's brakes, and one of my neighbors firing up
his riding mower. Abruptly, an intense feeling of euphoria and con-
tentment 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 in-
spire 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 lab; 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 comfort-
er. 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 hor-
ribly 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 neces-
sary 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

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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 as-
sistant; 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.

"This pillow topper is something, huh?" I remarked after a long

silence.

"You're not lying. I think I got stuck last night." She rubbed my thigh

in long, lazy swirls as she spoke. "I think you pounded me into a divot
or something. It was nice, though."

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"The divot or the pounding?" I asked, smiling.

"The divot, the mattress," she said. "The pounding was unbelievable-

-a lot more than nice."

"You flatter me."

"You make me," she said as her hand stopped massaging my thigh

and simply held me. It was a firm, amorous touch, and one that de-
scribed a kind of ownership.

"Sonia," I said, making it more of a question.

"Yeah, Daddy?"

"I wanted to ask you something about that."

"About what?"

"You said that I make you."

"You do," she said, and turned to face me, leaning on my chest. "Let

me tell you: I was happy when I came to school here. I was having a
great time. Going to class, meeting people, living in the dorm. It was
exciting. It was scary. It was the first time in my life that I actually felt
like a grown-up, you know?

"And then I met you, and, I don't know, you made the whole experi-

ence real. Like really real. You changed me--made me feel like an
adult, a woman--not like a kid who was playing at being an adult. It all
matters now--it feels like there's a point to it all. Like I'm here for
something, not just for my degree--I could get that anywhere--but for
something more. It's hard to describe, Coop. It's a feeling. But you
made it, in me."

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Stunned, I laughed nervously to keep tears from welling up. "Have

you ever thought about getting married?" I asked her quietly. I don't
know why I wasn't more direct, more convinced. I certainly had no
qualms at this point of pairing up with Sonia--of spending the rest of
our lives together. Somehow, though, the question clung to my throat
like a buzzing bee, stubbornly fighting to stay down.

Sonia laughed too, and slapped my thigh lightly. "Please, I'm having

too much fun! Marriage?"

"Oh." I replied, the soul absent from my voice.

She laughed, waited a few beats, and then laughed again. "Dumbass,

Cooper, of course I have. A lot. I've thought of marriage a lot. But you
haven't asked."

"The question?"

"I love you," she said. "And I've never said that to anyone before. I

don't use those words lightly. It's no joke, to me, and I don't do games
when it comes to that. I wasn't raised that way."

"You'd want me to ask you?"

"You haven't asked, and I'm not going to tell you to ask me, so I

guess you'll just have to ask to find out." She rolled over, slipping
down my thighs so that my cock was in her hand, and then led me to
her lips. A swift circle of my urethra with her tongue, the metal
tongue-stud rubbing playfully against the back of my shaft, and she
had me inside her mouth.

"Sonia," I asked.

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She pulled my glans from her mouth, almost impatiently, and then

considered me expectantly. "Yeah, baby?"

My heart raced, and my mind was a thick cloud of competing

thoughts. There were so many things I felt, so many things I wanted to
say, so many questions yet answered. "Is this normal?" I asked finally.
"I mean, is this healthy for us?"

"Is what normal?" She was slowly masturbating me now, and the

sensation was both exquisite and distracting.

"Us, doing this," I said, my eyes closed lightly, my lips pressed to-

gether in bliss at her touch. It was now impossible to ignore the feeling
she was creating in me. "Are we making love too much? Do we do
nothing but have sex?"

She stopped pumping on my cock and shook it, like a finger, toward

me. Her mouth was curled up into a wide, playful grin. "You complain-
ing, Coop?"

I shook my head quickly, eyes still closed. "Oh, no."

"And neither am I." She licked my glans again now, from the urethra

down to the frenulum, around the sulcus of the head, and back up to
the urethra. That caress made my legs shiver helplessly. "So, I'm
thinking everything's A-OK."

"Yeah," I said, happily.

"What's this all about, Cooper? Should I be worried?"

"No, no, God no," I said quickly, stumbling over the words. "Sonia,

no, not at all. I... I just don't want to ruin this. I don't want something
to happen. I don't want to burn it out or use it up. I don't know. I

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sound like an idiot, I know. I... it's just that I've never been in a rela-
tionship like this before. I've never loved anyone before. I don't think I
have. Not like this. I don't want to ruin it."

"You're not ruining anything, honey. Don't worry so much. And you

don't sound like an idiot. You sound sweet. If you want to analyze it,
I'd say we're in the Romantic or Enchantment phase of a new relation-
ship. This is what we're supposed to be doing. We're supposed to be
fucking like bunnies. And I'm totally happy with it. That's what they
say on TV, anyways." With that, as if the last word on the subject had
been spoken, she sank my cock back into her mouth and sucked me
down into her throat.

"But... " I said halfheartedly.

She mouthed No around my cock and closed her eyes, concentrating

on what she was doing.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back into the pillows, forcing my head into

the soft down. I felt much better, inside, yet it took a long time for me
to release both my anxiety and what I had finally decided was fear of
the unknown. Things would be okay. Things would be different now.
Things would never be the same, but they would be okay.

"Angel," I moaned, and slowly began to thrust my hips up off of the

mattress to meet Sonia's every downward swallow.

Stretching slightly across her, I finally retrieved the clitoral vibrator

from last night, which had gotten lost at some point in the heavy folds
of the comforter.

"Here, angel, scoot over a bit."

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Smiling even though my manhood still thrust into her mouth, she

shuffled herself around to face me. Her sodden vagina came within my
reach.

"I'm happy with it," she repeated, speaking around the glistening

head of my sex. "I'm happy with us."

"Me, too," I said as I brought the vibrating device to the hood of her

engorged clitoris.

I didn't expect this reaction of myself. Nor did I expect that I'd be so

devoid of embarrassment or self-consciousness at it.

I sat high in the stands of the Castor Dome, our basketball arena,

lost in a cheering sea of green and gold students, faculty, and family.
Large tears streamed down my face. I didn't think I could remember
the last time I'd felt such pride. Far down below me, a mere speck
amidst several dozen rows of black-capped and black-gowned antlike
forms, Sonia was scanning the anonymous crowd to find me. She must
be radiating pride, I thought.

She would be walking soon, called up to march across the stage,

shake hands with the President of the University, take her diploma
folder in hand, and pose for the requisite graduation stage photo. The
College of Arts and Sciences, of which Sonia was a member, was walk-
ing first. This was good. What was not so good was the sheer volume of
students in the college. This whole exercise would take two to three
hours.

I looked around the stands as I waited for the graduation speaker--

some local neurosurgeon with an apparently interesting quirk of some
kind--to begin. There were groups of college-aged kids--friends of the
graduates--clustered together. There were parents, siblings, and clans
that included grandparents and what appeared to be aunts and uncles,

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and maybe nieces and nephews. Some groups wore matching t-shirts.
Others dispensed with the uniforms and simply wore street clothes.
But, all around me, I saw people together--people here to lend physical
support of their son's or daughter's academic accomplishment: to
mark the rite. All around me, there was this domestic warmth. But, for
Sonia, there was just me. And that made me sad.

I cycled among these disparate emotions for a long time as we all

waited: pride, sadness, happiness that I was here for Sonia, that I
could share this time with her, that I could be her family now.

Sonia's mother was too poor to travel, she'd told me. I'd offered to fly

her mother down, but both Sonia and her mother had refused--they
didn't want a handout, no matter how much I argued that it wouldn't
have been one. Her father was dead, taken by a heart attack when So-
nia was still in high school. Her only other family, her older brother,
was in the Air Force, stationed in Misawa, Japan. He had offered to fly
in, although it would have been a hardship, but Sonia had refused that
as well. So this milestone was something that she and I would share
together, alone. That she would allow me such an honor and respons-
ibility warmed my heart even more.

When I graduated for the first time, earning my baccalaureate, the

whole Corbis order had filed down to the auditorium. I was the first of
the brood to graduate, and it had been a pretty substantial deal. There
was a posting in the town newspaper back home. There were parties.
All manner of kinfolk, old friends and neighbors completely unknown
to me had paid their compliments and shared in the glow (and gloat-
ing) of my family. It was all a bit melodramatic to me, and my world
had far outgrown our small town by this point. But I realized what it
all meant to my parents. It perhaps meant even more to my grandpar-
ents, so I just went along with it.

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By the time I'd dispensed with my Master's degree, I'd convinced

everyone in the family that I didn't need to walk, that it would all be a
bit anticlimactic, if not hugely inconvenient for everyone. It took some
work, but I finally won out, and elected to simply have my diploma
mailed to me. For the doctorate, though, there was no denying the
troupe once more. I was not only the first doctor in the family, I was
the first Ph.D. in the entire town, and probably the first in the entire
county.

Sitting amongst all of these families and groups of friends, musing

on these memories, I felt an odd emptiness in the pit of my stomach.
For all the pomp, I was all Sonia had with whom to share the experi-
ence. Could I possibly measure up? When all of her family by rights
should have been here, could I possibly do her justice and leave her
with a worthy memory of the experience?

Sighing, I glanced around the dome. I felt intensely lonely, even

though I shared the space with about ten thousand people, and I felt
embarrassed for feeling this way.

It wasn't long before my thoughts were broken by the first chords of

the national anthem. We all stood in a collective action and faced the
flag. Standing formed a welcome change to being wedged inside my
plastic stadium seat. Before long, the anthem died away, and the Dean
of the College spoke his words of encouragement and of the future.
The neurosurgeon admonished all of us to work harder for our goals
and to refrain from the easy, immediate path. It was all well and good,
but I was beginning to grow a bit weary of the experience. I chuckled
to myself that at least I was enjoying Sonia's ceremonies more than I'd
enjoyed my own.

Next, the hoods were conferred upon the newly-minted Ph.D.s, who

thankfully constituted a relatively small group this semester. This was

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followed by the official presentation of the Master's degree candidates,
a short address from a student speaker and, finally, Dear God, finally,
the presentations of the baccalaureate candidates.

After an hour and a half, I at last found myself standing and clapping

and screaming as Sonia Simmons walked across the stage to take her
bow and receive her degree. She looked like an angel. Her long gown
dragged behind her. Her face was alight with the widest grin I'd ever
seen, and she waved and pumped her fist into the air. I screamed and
cheered for her, only settling down when a university policeman gave
me a subtle 'come on, settle down' gesture.

Grudgingly, I took my seat and glowed for the rest of the ceremony.

The change in air pressure and the throng of departing spectators

pushed me with a heavy hand out of the revolving doors of the Castor
Dome. I found myself outside, elbowed and jostled and generally
forced downstream. Standing in a fissure in the crowd, finding myself
some fifty feet from the Dome, I craned my neck and peered around
for Sonia. She wouldn't be here yet, I knew, but I wanted to be sure. I
didn't want to miss her.

I looked at my watch; it was a quarter past nine. She would be here

soon. In the distance, I could make out the first black squares of mor-
tarboards. I tapped my feet impatiently and could actually feel my
palms dampen with sweat. It was as if I were a teenager again, waiting
for my date. Such an odd feeling, but I'd given up trying to predict or
explain the numerous emotions Sonia created in me. As many times as
we'd been together, as much as we'd shared, my heart still throbbed
nervously in my chest, and the tickle of butterflies filled my gut. I was
impatient. I wanted to see her now. She had me feeling like a kid
again.

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"Dr. Corbis!" The voice was distant, but vaguely familiar. A few mo-

ments later, it was closer, almost on my shoulder. "Hey, Dr. Corbis."

I turned to face the voice. It was Debbie Lauda, one of my former

students, dressed in her cap and gown. I stretched out my hand to
shake hers, but fell back slightly as she lunged into me and wrapped
me tightly in her arms.

"Hi, Debbie."

"Oh, my God," she squealed. "I so hoped I'd be able to catch you!"

"Well, here I am," I said, smiling.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so I didn't know if I'd be able to

catch you. I knew you'd be here for Sonia, and I just had to see you."

"Leaving?" I asked. "Where to?"

"I got accepted to Hawaii, the School of Ocean and Earth Science

and Technology. It's the marine biology specialization program. I'm
gonna be doing research on sharks, tigers mostly, migratory patterns
and such. Anyways, I'm leaving for Manoa on Sunday."

"That's incredible, Debbie." I eased away from her embrace but

stood close to her, my hand on her shoulder. "Congratulations."

"Oh, thank you," she said. "Seriously, I needed to see you. I wanted

to say thanks."

"Thanks?" I asked.

"Debbie!" A second voice pierced the air, coming up behind us. It

was another student from the department, Johanna Burns. The two

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girls embraced wildly and then spun into me in a mad, giggling group
hug.

"Hi, Johanna," I managed. "Congratulations tonight."

"Thanks, Dr. Corbis." Her face looked radiant, and a sense of accom-

plishment and freedom emanated in beaming shafts from her every
pore. She turned to Debbie. "Congrats, sister!"

"Congrats to you, honey," Debbie responded. "Did you hear?"

"No, what?" Johanna asked.

"I'm going to UH!"

"Oh, you fucking slut," she said, then held her mouth. "God, I'm

sorry, Dr. Corbis."

"What?" I laughed. "I'm not a priest."

"Yeah, but I sounded like such trash. I'm sorry." She gave me anoth-

er small hug and then slapped Debbie on the shoulder. "I can't believe
it! I'm so jealous. You got into the zoology program, the marine bio-
logy thing?"

A wide grin overspreading her face, Debbie nodded. "I'm so excited!

I'm leaving on Sunday. I'm flying to L.A. first, and then on Monday I'm
flying to Hawaii."

"Well, we've gotta celebrate!" Johanna announced in a tone implying

the statement was an obvious, foregone conclusion.

"Dr. Corbis?" Debbie asked. "What are you doing tonight?"

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I shrugged and looked around. There were a large number of gradu-

ates milling around now--a veritable sea of black caps and gowns--but
I still could not see Sonia. "I don't know, to be honest. I'm waiting for
someone."

"Sonia!" Debbie and Johanna exclaimed in near unison, the name

quickly followed by a stream of unapologetic giggles. "Sonia
Simmons."

"Well, yes," I said, suddenly self-conscious. "She's my lab assistant. I

thought I'd come and show her my support."

"Yeah," Johanna said. "It's all good, Dr. Corbis. It's cool."

"It really is okay," Debbie added with an air of authority.

"Well, thank you both for your understanding and your consent. But

I'm just here supporting a student, a potential future colleague. Noth-
ing more. I would do the same for either of you."

"You'd do us the same, huh, Dr. Corbis?" Debbie laughed, subtly ges-

turing her hips and her ass in my direction. "So, anyway, do you know
if Sonia's gonna be making the party rounds tonight?"

I shrugged. "I dunno, really. I'll give her your message when I see

her, if you'd like."

The two girls eyed me suspiciously while I stood there, trying not to

look guilty or obvious. Their smiles betrayed them, though, and in a fit
of overconfidence it occurred to me that they might actually wish they
were in Sonia's shoes. I felt virile and powerful then, watching them
watching me. And I suddenly became very, very horny. I felt like a
stud.

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As if she were able to read my mind, Debbie smiled and, I could have

sworn, licked her lips. "K, Dr. Corbis. I've gotta get going. I hope we
can run into each other again before I go. Oh, and I meant 'thank you'
for getting me on track. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life
until I took your Biological Diversity course. You literally opened up a
whole new world for me." Leaning in close, she whispered 'thank you'
and hugged me hard. "Really, Dr. Corbis, thank you."

I didn't know quite what to say. "You're welcome, Debbie. Shit,

you're going to make me cry." I laughed, for lack of anything better to
do.

"You're an amazing teacher," Johanna agreed.

Debbie smiled an uneasy, roughly sad smile. "Well, I've gotta run,

guys. I hope I can see you later?"

"Okay, Debbie," I agreed. "Good luck in Hawaii, if I don't see you.

Have a safe trip."

"Bye, Debbie," Johanna called out. Then she turned to me, taking

my hand. "I should go, too. My mom's around here someplace hunting
me down, I'm sure. She'll kill me if I don't do the meet and greet with
the fam, you know?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know about that. Listen, you're an amazing stu-

dent, Jo. Continued success, okay?"

"Okay. I wish we had more time to catch up. Bye, Dr. Corbis." Hav-

ing shaken my hand, she disappeared into a current of passing stu-
dents and families. I watched her until she was out of view, and then
looked around for Sonia. I was feeling strangely randy at the moment,
and sad that I was now alone.

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"Baby!" That familiar voice, finally.

"Sonia!" I yelled, on seeing her emerging from the crown. Scooping

her up as she approached me, I spun her around and embraced her
tightly. "I was waiting for you, and missing you. Congratulations, an-
gel! My college grad... "

"Wow, you're happy to see me." Laughing, she embraced me in her

turn, with equal vigor.

"I love you," I said quickly. "And I'm so, so proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy. That means so much to me." She planted a long,

open kiss on my mouth, allowing her tongue to linger on mine. "Hey,"
she asked, finally, gesturing in the direction the girls had gone. "Who
was that?"

"Debbie Lauda and Johanna Burns," I said.

"Debbie? Dammit," Sonia's face dropped into a pout. "I was hoping I

was going to catch up with her. I wanted to thank her for our study
group."

"She's gotten accepted at the University of Hawaii, apparently." I

took Sonia's cap, which was beginning to give her trouble by sliding
down her face, and we began walking out toward the parking lot.

"Bitch!" Sonia laughed. She wrapped her arm around my waist as we

walked.

"Yeah. That's what Johanna said--well, sort of."

"Listen," she complained, "it's so hot and humid that I'm melting in

here. You wanna leave? Can we go back home?"

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"Yeah, of course, we can do anything you want," I said, zipping open

her gown slightly to cool her--and, in my mood, to see her cleavage.
"But, Debbie invited you to some kind of party. Well, she asked if you
were going on the party rounds. I guess it was kind of a standing
invitation--something you guys had talked about?"

"Hmm," she said, shuffling closer to me as we walked. "I don't know.

I mean, would you want to go to a party?"

"Yeah, sure." We stepped down from the curbing and crossed the

darkened lot to the BMW.

"I dunno," Sonia said. "I kinda don't feel like it, to be honest. But, I

don't know. You're making me act all girly and noncommittal now,
Coop!"

I touched her cheek and smiled. "I want whatever you want."

"You're no help. I'm tired and hot." Indecisive, she leaned on the

trunk of the car. Her crossed arms thrust her breasts up into view
through the open slit of the gown.

Seeing them, my cock twitched and began to grow in my pants.

"But," she continued, perhaps seeing the way her chest held me awe-

struck, "maybe it would be fun."

Suddenly, I imagined easing her into a disused bedroom or bath-

room, hiking up the skirt I knew she was wearing under her gown, and
sliding my tongue into her moist, tight slit. I imagined rubbing her
clitoris with my nose as my mouth sucked up and down on her labia
and anus, and then following my tongue with my fingers--first one,
then many--and finally finishing with my cock, driven in to the hilt,

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exploding inside her. My mind was alive with vivid, colorful acts of
bliss.

"We could do just one party, maybe?" I urged. "We don't have to do

the whole circuit."

"Yeah," she said, still unsure. "And we wouldn't have to stay long.

But, no, I don't know."

I could simply take her home, to be sure, but my fantasies now ran

to making love to her, fucking her in one of the dorms with people in
the other room, separated only by mere inches of cheap paneling. I
suddenly craved--no, required--this element of danger. And maybe
more.

"C'mon, angel," I implored, leaning up next to her on the trunk and

slinking my arm around her waist. I gave her a playful, loving tug.
"You're only going to graduate once. Well, no, not really. But, I don't
know, it's a special night. We'll have our time later tonight. It might be
nice for you to see some of your friends, just for a bit."

"I don't know."

"We don't have to," I said finally. I pushed off the trunk and walked

around to unlock her door. Standing there, I played my best poker
face, while holding the door open for her. "But, it might be fun."

Grudgingly, she came round to the door and slipped into the car.

"Okay," she said. "It'll be fun. But I don't want to stay long. I'd rather
spend the time with you, at home."

"Celebrating," I said.

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She smiled and hiked her gown up her thigh, all the way to the hem

of her skirt, which itself was mere inches from her shaven crotch.
"Celebrating."

"Well, I'm definitely up for that. We won't stay long."

"Just a drink or two." Her eyes glazed slightly with a dark, erotic fla-

vor. She took my hand and licked her lips. "Then I suck you off in the
bathroom, you come in my mouth, and we leave. Okay?"

I leaned into the car and kissed her deeply. "God, do I love it when

you talk like that."

I rounded the back of the car with a visible skip to my step, got in,

and drove us off toward the resident housing complex. One of the
parties, apparently, was in a series of attached dorm suites in Locke
Hall not far from Sonia's own dorm.

The party was held in a series of interconnected suites on the top

floor of Locke Hall, one of the larger dormitory buildings on campus.
Sonia and I sat in my car, parked just a few feet away from the build-
ing, strategically placed under a tree and away from the long series of
streetlamps that illuminated this part of the campus. Having closed
my eyes, I strained against the sports seats. Sonia gripped my cock in
her left hand, and pumped the shaft violently against my feeble cries of
"No, no, no." With every down-thrust, the thick metal sound poked up
through my urethra; with every pull, it winked down into my shaft.

"Stop, angel," I moaned.

"You want me to stop, Daddy?" she asked.

"No," I managed, "but you have to. I'm going to come. I don't want

to come yet."

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"You don't want to come?" she asked, her voice sing-songy, almost

childlike. With every syllable she pounded down on my aching penis.

"Not yet," I said. She completely controlled me, and she knew it.

"Please. Don't make me come yet. I want to save it."

Smiling, she squeezed under my glans. As she did, the sound sur-

faced through my urethra and raised half its length out of me. "Since
you said 'please,' I'll stop jacking you off," she replied. "But I want to
fuck your hole some more. Is that okay?"

I opened my eyes and peered out of the car window. My mind was a

hornet's nest of intense sensations. I could see students walking along
a path not far from us, and lights on in some of the dorm room win-
dows above us. The vulnerability of my position made my rapturous
mood ever deeper, baser. Anyone casually strolling by could see us:
this young gorgeous black coed fucking her white professor's penis
with a steel rod. It was absurd. The vision of us, the vision of this situ-
ation, was almost enough to make me come without stimulation.

Sonia jerked the sound to the side, sending an intense lightning bolt

of pain to some hidden point deep inside me. I yelped and quickly fo-
cused my eyes on her. "Is that okay?" she asked, almost angrily. Then,
more sweetly, "Honey."

"Yes," I gasped, my voice cracking. I didn't know how I could keep

from coming.

"Watch it, Coop," Sonia instructed.

"Angel," I protested. "Don't we have to get upstairs?"

"Yeah, baby. But let me play with you for a sec. Now, watch."

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I brought my head forward and lowered my eyes to my cock. The

head was almost blue--a deep, intense purplish blue. The shiny shaft
of the sound, a larger diameter than my first sound, stuck up like a to-
tem from my sex. It should have hurt. It should have hurt like hell, by
the looks of it. But it didn't hurt. It felt so, so good. It felt as if my en-
tire shaft were held in a warm, luscious embrace while my rectum was
filled and some impossibly long tongue tickled my prostate. So many
strange and competing feelings! I could barely isolate them individu-
ally. It was such an impossible vision, too, and this is why Sonia
wanted me to watch it. Seeing what was happening to me, seeing what
was causing such intense pleasure, only heightened the experience. It
focused the feelings and concentrated them in my mind.

"Is it beautiful?" Sonia asked.

I nodded and managed a quiet "Yes."

"Does it feel beautiful?"

"Yes, Sonia, it does. It feels so good."

"Good," she said as she slowly, smoothly pushed and pulled the ob-

ject from my shaft. "You don't think you can go anymore?"

"No, honey, I can't. You have to stop."

And with that, it was over. She slowly pulled the rod out of my ur-

ethra and brought it to her mouth, where she licked and sucked at the
shaft. "Thanks," she said, "for letting me play. I've been thinking about
that the entire time I was at graduation. I wanted you to watch it, too,
to feel it with your eyes."

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I laughed uneasily, as the inside of my urethra felt strangely tender.

It didn't hurt, but I now had a keen awareness of every nerve-ending.
Pain was just barely out of view.

"Is that crazy?" she asked.

"Is what crazy?"

"That at graduation, all I could think about was shoving a medical

instrument down my lover's cock." Gently, she gently pulled my un-
derwear up to cover my slowly deflating cock, and rubbed my stom-
ach. "Is there something wrong with me, Cooper?"

"If so, there's something wrong with me, too," I said. "Listen, we

should go upstairs. I suddenly don't want to stay long, either."

"We could still blow it off," she remarked, and then smiled at the

double entendre.

I shook my head. "C'mon, you'll have fun. But, really, I don't feel like

staying long. If that's okay with you?" Leaning over in the seat, I kissed
her. "I think we've got something to take care of at home."

"We do, do we?" Sonia said. She adjusted her panties and then

zipped up my pants. We sat looking at each other for a few luscious
beats before she observed, "Then we'd better get going."

I nodded. There was something I needed to do tonight.

As we turned a corner into the dorm room, we heard a familiar

noise.

"No way," Sonia exclaimed as a seductive, knowing smile formed on

her lips.

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The dorm appeared deserted. I led Sonia through the partially

opened door and into the main, common lounge of the suite. We were
in the right place--that much seemed certain. Ironic, overly childish
"Happy Graduation" banners festooned the walls. Bottles of various
kinds of alcohol had been distributed throughout the room, and Top
40 radio issued from the stereo. Even still, the sound we heard was
unmistakable.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, as we stepped through the

bottles, clothes, and tipped bowls of chips and snacks littering the
floor.

Sonia shrugged, but I could see the inquisitive sparkle in her eye.

That sparkle always preceded some of the most intense sex I would
ever experience. She wanted what I wanted. And I wanted it badly.

I crinkled my nose, Why not? and she laughed and nodded.

"Hello?" I said aloud but without real conviction.

There was no response.

Yet there was the sound. Soft. Muffled. A faint slapping. An urgency.

Then a familiar rhythm.

Maybe we'll be staying a bit longer than we planned.

A short hall led from the common area to a series of bedroom doors,

a shared bathroom, and a series of couches and tables set up in brick-
walled study vestibules. The sound was coming from this series of
rooms, and we followed it down the hall.

"This is crazy," Sonia whispered.

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"My cock is getting hard."

"So are my nipples." She flashed her shirt up and showed me a thick,

hard nipple. I reached over to pinch it, but she slapped my hand away.

"Hey," I complained. "Behave, or I'll take you home."

"Oh, you're taking me home, there's no doubt about that. Playing in

the car, this--I am so ready for some loving. I'm soaking wet, Coop.
This is so hot. What do you think's happening?"

I smiled and nodded to the door from which the sound emanated.

Sonia nodded back and smiled. "Peek-a-boo," I said quietly, and eased
open the door.

There was our sound.

Inside the room, a plump little blonde with amazingly large tits and

a wide, white ass was being jack-hammered by not one, but three large
penises. Her soft, ample skin rippled in gorgeous waves as the men
throbbed against her, squeezing her together in unison, then falling
away, almost out of her, only to then return, crushing back together.
She was whimpering with pleasure as a large, black cock pushed into
her mouth, variously disappearing down into her throat and pulling
out so only the bulbous purple head rested on her lips. Long, frothy
trails of saliva covered the turgid pole and dripped from her mouth in
long, come-like rivulets. She moaned and mewed and hunted through
closed eyes to return the penis to her mouth.

Below, a long white cock slid in and out of her juicy, wide cunt as a

stubby, but incredibly thick black cock jerked quickly at its full depth
in her darker canal. The cock in her ass barely moved--just a fraction
of an inch--but the guy covered that fraction of an inch at an absurd
pace. It was fit-like: almost a vibration.

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Dumbfounded, I stood with my mouth open. This was one of the

most incredibly erotic things I had ever witnessed. I'd seen triple pen-
etrations before on Internet porn sites but to see it here, directly in
front of me... to see it, to smell it, to feel the energy and the heat... was
transcendental. My cock swelled further and strained at the insides of
my pants.

Sonia.

Beside me, Sonia gasped, and then smiled. I could hear her inhale

deeply. I wondered what this was doing to her sex. I looked at her and
immediately wanted to fuck her. Right here: right in this very spot, in
front of these people. I didn't want to make love. I wanted to ravage
her in the way that this woman was being ravaged.

The man in the blonde's asshole noticed us, finally. He withdrew his

cock with an audible pop, leaving her canal gaping open in its absence.
His penis was immense. Not very long, but it was the freakish diamet-
er of a soda can. Staring at the bulbous head and the long, veined
shaft, I found myself wanting to touch it. I wanted to hold it in my
hand, to verify that it was real, and to feed it slowly into this incredible
woman's bowels.

He pumped the engorged shaft slowly in his hand, never breaking

eye contact with Sonia and me. He smiled to us and nodded, and then
finally sank himself back into the little BBW's anus. She gasped and
cried out against the cock in her mouth, and then, to demonstrate her
approval, she pressed her asshole back to spread open against the
cock.

We stood there watching for a long time, easing closer and closer to

each other, as our temperatures rose in unison.

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"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen," I declared quietly, reaching

my hand around and placing it on one of Sonia's ass-cheeks. I rubbed
her deeply.

"Yes," she breathed, and nodded. She pushed herself back onto my

hand and wiggled slowly. "It's doing things to me, baby."

"You wanna watch?" I asked. My heart raced. Suddenly, I knew what

I wanted--knew what I needed--and it was not Sonia watching this.

She nodded. "Cooper, can you touch me?"

I didn't respond.

"Cooper," she insisted. "Let's go back to the front room. I need you

to make love with me. I'm going crazy watching this."

I pulled her closer to me and turned her so our eyes met. "Sonia, do

you wanna try it?" This was more of a statement than a question.

"Try what?" she breathed.

Although it was completely out of character for me, I wanted to see

Sonia getting fucked like this woman. I wanted her asshole and her
cunt and her mouth stretched wider by those enormous cocks than I
could ever stretch them. I wanted to watch her come, to cuckold my-
self, to give myself completely to her--not just my cock, but my ego,
my manhood, my love for her. Like nothing I'd ever felt before, I
wanted to watch her come. I wanted her to have complete control of
herself and, with it, to have complete control of me.

I looked at her again and gestured toward the cocks. "Do you want

that?"

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Sonia shook her head immediately. "I don't need that, baby."

Placing my hand on her cheek, I stroked the side of her face sweetly.

"But do you want it? It's okay."

"Coop," she protested.

"I mean, it's okay with me if you want it. It's okay. I think I would

like it. I think--it's hard to say this, Sonia, but I think I need this." I re-
moved my hand from her cheek and brought her fingers to the bulge
in my pants. I massaged her fingers into my cock. Within moments
she was grinding and grasping me of her own volition. "See what it's
doing to me? And it's not them. It's the thought of you there that's do-
ing that to me."

She said nothing: merely locked her gaze on the sexual exhibition in

front of us.

"You can if you want," I repeated.

The three men now watched us, hanging on our words as they

reamed the little blonde goddess's three holes. She, too, watched us,
although her eyes were drunken, glazed with passion, and streaming
with tears.

Sonia's eyes returned to the cock disappearing into the young girl's

mouth. "I... " she said, tentatively.

"It wouldn't change anything. Between us, I mean. If you want to,

just to play, it's okay with me."

She shook her head as her eyes moved with the shiny black cock into

and out of the girl's mouth. Her fingers kneaded my cock desperately.
The more the group slapped their bodies together, the more she

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ground and pressed at my penis. If she kept it up, I'd soon be coming
in my pants.

Sonia's voice grew uneasy, torn. I could tell she wanted this badly,

yet something held her back. "I had a really bad experience with this a
couple of years ago," she explained finally. She looked as if ready to
cry, the frustration and indecision twisting her delicate features.
"Someone said he'd be into it and he wasn't. It was very ugly and it
ruined everything. It went very, very badly. He was very hurtful to me.
Coop... "

I squeezed her hand against the mound of my cock. "I'm not him.

This is okay. I'm okay with it. And we're okay. I really want to watch
you. I really want that to happen for you."

"I wanna do it, Coop. I really wanna do it. But I don't want... "

"Nothing is going to happen. Nothing is going to change."

Sonia watched the girl for a long time. The guy in her asshole pulled

out and, with a deep groan, unloaded a long rope of come across her
ass-cheeks. He pumped his cock firmly, and the next jet flew up the
girl's soft, round back. He watched Sonia, licking the sweat from his
upper lip. He nodded down to his cock, the fat, wide urethra drooling
a final stream of come onto the floor. "That's for you, Shorty," he
mouthed.

"It looks amazing," Sonia admitted. "Cooper, why are you doing

this?"

"Because I love you, Sonia," I said. "Do you want to play with them?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

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I gestured to the man with the soda can cock. "Could we join in?"

"Coop," Sonia exclaimed, "I want to do it. But if you say you love me

and you say you want this to happen, you have to be okay with
everything."

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. Fin-

ally, he asked, "What did you say? You guys want to get in on this?"

And then I recognized him.

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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

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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

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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 ap-
petite 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

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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 slip-

ping 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

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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?"

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"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 stom-

ach 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 exten-
ded my tongue, she rocked back against me. A thick drop of juice

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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 begin-

ning 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

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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 cer-
tainly 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 sphinc-
ter, 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.

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"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 open-
ing. 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 wheth-

er 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.

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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 gratuit-

ous 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 pur-
pose. 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."

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I turned my hand around on her sex and gently sank four fingers in-

side 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

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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.

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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 lim-
ited 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 her-

self 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!"

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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 lick-
ing 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.

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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 to-
gether 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 twis-
ted 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 direc-
tion, then let them loose, only to twist them as hard as I could in the
other direction.

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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 Di-

waine. 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

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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 un-
til 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 Di-
waine and his soda can cock centered themselves behind her vast
cheeks.

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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 view, 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 un-
der 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.

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"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." Maneuver-

ing behind Theresa, lying on his side now as well, Diwaine brought his
massive, fat cock to the distended, spent ring of her anus.

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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.

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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 in-
sides 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.

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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 ejacu-
late, Sonia sucked down harder on my cock, swallowing me down fur-
ther 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."

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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, des-
pite 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.

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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, she 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 dis-

creet 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.

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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, un-
touched. 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."

Debbie shrugged, and both girls laughed.

"I told you I thought he was cute," Debbie said, finally. She patted

my cock one last time before she turned and left the dorm.

We would never see her again.

"It's your turn, Daddy," Sonia said, her yes droopy and tired. "You're

supposed to fuck me."

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I laughed in a meager tone. "I just wanna take you home, baby. I'm

beat."

Nodding, she slid down into my arms.

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Chapter Eight

The house looked different somehow. I couldn't explain it. There was

nothing outwardly different--not in the physical sense. But nonethe-
less, there it was: different. Everything seemed to sparkle and reflect
in a different light. The carpets seemed softer, the furniture brighter,
cleaner. Even the air itself seemed crisper, cleaner, somehow more re-
freshing, washing over us in long, cool waves.

Perhaps I had changed. Almost certainly, I had changed. How could

I not have? Not just because of tonight, although tonight must surely
have been the catalyst, but because of the last sixteen weeks of my life.

Because of Sonia.

It was all because of Sonia.

I walked her slowly through the house. As I did, she hung on my arm

as if she'd just completed a long, grueling race or as if she'd been
wounded by some unseen weapon. Her face was long and exhausted,
smoothed out by endless hours of pleasure and the contentment of
knowing she was finally home.

Home.

"You want a drink?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah, Daddy."

We rounded the living room and made our way toward the breakfast

nook and the kitchen beyond it. "Let's go out on the deck, angel."

"I'm so hot," Sonia complained quietly. "God, I'm so exhausted. But

I'm wired."

"Bed?" I looked at the glowing face of my watch. "It's about 2:30 in

the morning."

She shook her head. "No, I don't think I can sleep."

"A little Cooper Corbis action?" I asked, rubbing the small of her

back.

"Uh huh," she breathed. "Once more. You owe me one."

"You wanna take a dip in the pool?" I asked. "I'll get us some cock-

tails, and we can relax in the pool a bit."

"What time was it?"

"2:30"

"Yeah," she nodded. "The pool sounds good. Shit, I'm glad we can

sleep in tomorrow, though. But the pool is nice. I feel all funky. I don't
want a shower, though."

"Okay, baby." We walked, although staggered would probably be a

fairer description, out to the pool. I quickly helped her out of her
clothes, sliding her short skirt down over her beautiful mocha skin.
Large scrapes and bruises testified to the intensity of her evening and,
I had to admit, made her feel so much dearer, and dirtier, to me. I
licked slowly at her thighs as I pulled the skirt to the floor and easer
her feet out of them.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," I said as I kissed and fondled her.

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"Oh, Cooper," She moaned. "You're making me so, so wet again."

I stood up slowly, running my mouth and my hands up along her

legs, the swell of her sweet buttocks, and the small of her back.
Quickly, I dispatched her top, and took the clothes in my hand.

"Let me run inside for a bit, Sonia. You okay to get into the pool?"

She nodded and gingerly made her way down the pool steps. I

watched her as she did so, a weight swelling in my crotch. As she fi-
nally slipped into the water, she extended her arms, Christ-like, and
floated lazily out into the cool water. Above her, the moonlight filtered
through the mesh pool cage.

"Be right back," I said and hustled quickly back into the house. She

fluttered her fingers in a subtle little wave, and then rolled over and
slipped under the water. Her large, soft ass-cheeks broke the surface
as she descended, and then she was gone.

I stepped through the kitchen and pulled two rocks glasses from the

bar cabinet and a bottle of Stoli Blueberi vodka from the freezer. I set
these down on the buffet, along with Sonia's dirty clothes, and then
made my way back to the master suite.

There was something I needed to get for tonight.

On my highboy dresser, beside a large goldfish bowl full of colorful

and flavored condoms, Sonia had set out a collection of urethral
sounds in assorted sizes. The goldfish bowl had been a gift from Sonia-
-as had all the condoms--but, ironically, we never used them because
we both preferred bareback. The sounds, however, we used quite regu-
larly. She didn't want to attack me with the largest gauge during every
session, so she'd come up with a nice collection from which to choose,
depending on the mood.

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I looked over the steel rods and chose a medium-sized one, a straight

Dittel variety--one looking very much like a magic wand, handle and
all.

I quickly undressed, throwing my clothes down at the foot of the

bed, and then turned to leave. As I was returning to the kitchen, I
picked up a small box hidden behind the urethral sounds, and then
made my way back out to Sonia.

"How are you doing?" I asked her.

"Fine, honey," she answered. "Whatcha got there?"

"A little something for us." Smiling, I set the sound and the two

glasses down on the pool deck beside her. I kept the small box in my
hand and poured us both several fingers of vodka.

"Well," she said, taking her glass, and gesturing toward the sound.

"It looks like you brought a little something for you."

"I thought maybe we could play."

"Maybe we can," she cooed. "Come on in, the water's incredible."

She floated away from the steps so that I could wobble down into the

water. My muscles ached and my energy reserves felt almost entirely
tapped. But, as I sank down into the water, the discomfort stole out of
me and a sense of exhilaration quickly took its place.

"This feels amazing," I said.

"So does this," she said, slinking over to me and grasping my cock

underneath the water. She slowly pushed and pulled at my foreskin,
using it as a sheath to masturbate my glans.

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Sighing, I sank back in the water, allowing my body to float up to the

surface, where her hand continued to pleasure me. "Not fair," I
complained half-heartedly. "This is supposed to be your turn."

"I'm cheating," she said with a smile.

"Well, don't. At least not yet," I said. I eased her over to the edge of

the pool. "Let me take care of you first, for a little bit."

She nodded, and I eased her up on the edge of the pool.

"Ooooh," she squealed. "It's cold, Coop."

"Let me warm you up," I said, seductively, spreading her legs and

slowly licking at the soft skin of her pubic mound. She was fully seated
on the edge of the pool now. I faced her sex at eye-level, my body still
in the pool. I lapped and suckled at her swollen, tender labia, ignoring
for now the intense fireworks contained in the nubbin of her clitoris.

"That's good," she sighed, and leaned back on her elbows.

I redoubled my efforts on her silken vagina and worked to steal my

tongue inside her warm canal. After a long time, I withdrew from her
sex and kissed and massaged her beautiful thighs.

She sat up, her expression quizzical. I hadn't made her come. Her

face said it all: Why did you stop?

"Are you okay, honey?" she asked.

I nodded. "Never been better," I said, suppressing a smile. I tickled

her knee and kissed along her leg. "How about you?"

She smiled and shrugged. "I'm good. I'm really good."

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"Good," I said, twirling that little box in my fingers under the water.

"Listen, I've been thinking."

"Me, too," she said. She paused for a few prolonged beats. "Actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Having sat up cross-legged on the pool deck, she placed my

hands in her lap. "I'm having a great time, baby. But can we talk for a
bit? There's something I wanna say before we finish now--before we go
to bed."

Suddenly I wasn't quite so sure. My plan, hastily executed though it

had been, wasn't supposed to run like this. I wasn't quite sure what
she wanted to talk about, and from her expression and tone, it cer-
tainly wasn't the same conversation I had wanted and expected to
have. I stared at her blankly.

"Daddy," she asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Well, I was. That all sounded so ominous. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, of course!"

Quickly, she took my face in her hands. Her eyes were wide, focused,

reassuring. "Yes, it is. Everything is okay. But... I just... well, tonight."

"Yeah?" My heart sank. I had to will my fingers to maintain their

grip on the small box in my hand. "Yes, angel?"

Her face screwed up into a fretful expression. She was trying to work

out how best to put this. My face told her, Just say it!

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"It was great," she said after much consideration. "Tonight was

great. And I love you. It's just... "

"Sonia, you are freaking me out."

"No, it's not you." Her eyes locked on mine and would not let me

look away. "It's just that I don't need that anymore. I don't want it... I
don't want that." She waved her hand off in the general direction of
campus, as if to illustrate for me specifically what it and that were. "It
was great... it felt really good. But, I didn't really want it, deep down,
and I don't want it again. It was an experience, something we shared.
But... "

"Okay." I smiled. I could almost feel the blood rushing back into my

face. There was a warmth to my face under her touch.

"What felt good, what really felt good, was you there. It wasn't any of

that other stuff. It wasn't any of those other guys."

Nodding, I put my hands on hers.

"I just want you, Cooper," she said, sweetly "You know?"

"Just old, boring me? Plain old me?"

She nodded playfully. "Yep."

"I love you, Sonia Simmons," I said, and spread her legs again, eas-

ing her back onto her elbows.

She sighed a vague, tired protest but opened herself to me. "And I

love you."

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I positioned her knees to either side of my head and began to lick her

twat again. She moaned, and her eyes closed. As I continued to work
her sex with my mouth, I brought the small box up from the water and
gently pried it open. As its small lid flipped open, I removed a two-car-
at diamond solitaire. With a wry smile, I rubbed the hardened stone
along her clit.

She jumped, her legs closing heavily against my head. Her eyes were

suddenly wide, open saucers. "Wow, what's that?"

I laughed as I wrestled myself out from the constricting hold of her

knees.

"You scratched my clit, baby. Oh snap, that was a jolt." She sat back

up and looked at me, my face full of her slick juice. I was holding the
ring in my hand, resting it against her thigh, diamond up. "What's
that?"

But she knew exactly what it was.

"Sonia," I began.

She started crying--quiet but great, heaving sobs.

"Sonia," I continued. "You've given me my life back. Before we met, I

had my research, my old Beemer, and nothing else. I had no real
direction--not on a personal level. I was lost and going through the
motions. You've made everything worthwhile. You've given me clarity
of thought and purpose and you've shown me what living, really living,
is all about. You've given me such pleasure and optimism and, well,
you are my best friend. You're the friend I've waited my entire life to
find. You're the friend I'll never again find. I don't want to spend an-
other night sleeping away from you. I don't want to wake up another

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morning without you at my side. You said that I'd made you, but the
reality is that you've made me."

I

smiled

and

she

laughed,

holding

her

hands--shaking

uncontrollably--to her mouth.

"Yes," she gasped finally, unable to contain herself.

I shook my head. "I haven't asked you anything yet, baby." I shifted

in the water and sank down on bended knee as well as I could. Reach-
ing up, I took her hand in mine, looking deep into her eyes. "Sonia
Simmons, my angel, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes!"

I slid the ring onto her shaking finger. She viewed it carefully, con-

sidering it from several different angles.

She then pushed herself forward, fell into the pool, and swam down

underwater to grasp my sex with her left hand. When she surfaced she
ordered me onto the edge, and I complied. She inspected the ring
again. The gold band contrasted now against the purple head of my
cock in her hand. She nodded. "It goes perfectly."

And she leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you," I said.

And then she began pumping my cock yet again. My sex was blood

red and raw, hurtful to the touch, but as I saw my fiancee working me,
I leaned back and closed my eyes and enjoyed this most exquisite feel-
ing of my life.

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Jaz Monday is a writer of erotic fiction from deepest, darkest Flor-

ida. He divides his time among an unremarkable day job, a quite re-
markable family, and the characters that inhabit the universe of his
erotic yarns. His stories explore the themes of interracial sex, experi-
ences with multiple partners, the exploration of emotional and physic-
al boundaries, and the power of sexual obsession. He's particularly
fond of women with large posteriors and has happily adopted the des-
ignation of Butt Man. He holds an advanced degree in Education but
doesn't particularly want to use it forever. His website URL is ht-
tp://www.jazmonday.com/

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