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 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 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 managed 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 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 breathing. 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, 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 descend upon her. A cold humor seemed to spread around us. Her hand 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."
"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 painfully 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."
I started the Beemer, put her in reverse, and backed out of the parking space. It was difficult to change gears as Sonia pumped my cock. What had started as soft, loving touches quickly grew into violent, fervent 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 concurrently 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 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?"
"Yeah, tomorrow." Dropping to my lap again, she sucked my cock into 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 instantly 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 behind 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.