The Lab Assistant (14 page)

I nodded. "Yeah, I know about that. Listen, you're an amazing student, Jo. Continued success, okay?"

"Okay. I wish we had more time to catch up. Bye, Dr. Corbis." Having shaken my hand, she disappeared into a current of passing students 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.

"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, angel! 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?"

"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 awestruck, "maybe it would be fun."

Suddenly, I imagined easing her into a disused bedroom or bathroom, 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, 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.

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 flavor. 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 building, 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."

"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 surfaced 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 windows 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 situation, 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 focused 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."

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 totem 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 entire 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 individually. 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 object 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 urethra 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."

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 underwear up to cover my slowly deflating cock, and rubbed my stomach. "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.

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.

"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.

Dumbfounded, I stood with my mouth open. This was one of the most incredibly erotic things I had ever witnessed. I'd seen triple penetrations 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 diameter 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.