Chapter 13

A week later, Heather found herself bored with studying and being horny from playing with her nipples, she took out an extremely large rubber dildo and began to rub it over her breasts and twat through her underwear. She got hotter immediately and locked the door. She turned out the lights and peeled off the rest of her clothes and got a large bottle of oil from the dresser and rubbed her tender, bouncing tits and heavily lubricated the dong. It was one of those things that she had discovered in a sleazy store in a back alley taking a short cut one day. A porn shop, but what a great collection of stuff.

Her nipples were already standing up and tingling and jiggling as she pulled an overstuffed chair over near the window and looked out over the campus. One hand was stroking and pulling one nipple out to its maximum length, tingles going down between her legs as she felt her belly tightening from the lust building in her twat. It was time to give herself a good fuck.

The dong was a monster, a bulbous, ribbed head and thick shaft over fourteen inches long. It was a special dark rubber that felt and flexed very much like a real cock, and included a tank of oil that could be heated and shot into her pussy as she came. Sitting back with her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, she began rubbing it up and down her slit, the oil mixed with the cum pouring from her. Her legs twitching from the excitement, the top of the head finally lodged slightly in the entrance. She began pushing in increasing strength and more of the head pushed her open, but it was too big to go in. Her passion was rising from the thrusting and she pushed harder and harder, beginning to roll the long shaft in circles. Little by little, her breathing now becoming more a pant, her need steadily expanding, the head penetrated rib by rib and then, popped inside with a loud pop.

"Oh!" It was more a grunt. "Give it to me! Give it to me you big fat sucker. Fuck mamma like she needs it so bad tonight. Ahhhhh. Goooooodd", she whispered breathlessly. In seconds, she would come. Her hand pumped it deeper into her, now six inches. She felt her belly tighten and release was near. Her head arched back as her body went into reflex action.

A shudder went down her arching spine. As her hand stroked the obscene thickness of the shaft, it was working itself inside, inch by inch, up into her pussy, now stretched to what seemed like the breaking point. The stretched skin at the base of her clit were causing explosions of heat which were passing out through her nerves and setting her mind on fire with passion. Legs over the wings of the chair, now almost straight, twat stuffed full beyond belief, she humped against the thrusts inside. Her hips were twitching and thrusting more and more on their own as she began to go over the edge.

A rhythm established itself. Her head rolled back against the chair and she gave herself totally to it. "Ohhhhhhh. Unnnnnn. Ummmm... mmmm... mmmmm Nmmmm... MMMMMMM... MMMMMMM!"

Over eight inches were inside and she felt full beyond belief but wanted to take it all. Her hand was working with increasing speed as the shaft slid up and down her hole, her extended clit rubbing over the ribbed shaft. In seconds, she would come for the first time. She always climaxed multiple times, but her need for release from this first one was so great as it rushed toward her.

A sudden soft knock on the door broke through and intruded on her passion. Summing all her willpower, she stopped the thrusting, the shaft still buried as deep inside as she could take it. She was completely breathless, tits swollen from her passion, nipples extended, hands shaking, sweat on her forehead. She was hanging on the very verge of a massive orgasm and the slightest twitch would set her off. The dong was twitching like a real cock from the pulses in her twat, sticking obscenely into the air, the tip jerking in spasms. The knock repeated a little louder.

"Yes, who is it?" It took her a moment to make her voice sound even. Even then, it was thick with with lust.

"It's Traci, your art teacher. Have you got a minute?"

Please go away, I need to come, she thought. Shit.

"Yes, ah, just a minute. I was just changing." Her nerves still on fire with the need to come, she eased the fat dildo out and quickly covered it with the corner of the blanket on her bed. Her insides complained and she ached to mount the monster again, but, she tossed her underwear in a drawer and pulled on her t-shirt and jeans. Still breathing hard and face flushed, she flicked on the lights and opened the door.

"Hi, can I come in? I'm not coming at a bad time, am I?"

"No. No. Please come in. Excuse the mess."

Traci closed the door behind her.

"We need to talk, Heather."

Heather waited. Traci was staring at her still rigid nipples. Her pussy was still on fire.

Traci was getting hot just looking at this beautiful set of obviously erotic tits, infettered by any bra. "Um, about what's been happening. I've never, I mean, I don't..." She was losing her train of thought.

She walked over and sat on Heather's bed, her knees weak. Heather realized she was only inches away from the fat dong under the covers.

Traci tried again. "I know you and I have had some, well, unique very personal experiences but I want you to know that I really do respect you and hope you do me and that..."

Her hand had moved the cover and the head of the dildo was exposed. Surprised to feel the hard, wet object under her hand, she looked down.

Heather was blushing slightly when she looked up. So she was getting herself off when she knocked on the door. That explained the nipples and red face, Traci thought.

Traci pulled the shaft from under the cover and was amazed at the size of it, easily twice anything she had ever seen, much less used.

"My God. It's hugh!" Her voice was an astonished whisper. "Do you, I mean, you are so slight..." Her fingers traced the ribs on the head and upper shaft, designed to pull on the flesh and add to the sensations of a deep fuck. A deep fuck. Her mind drifted to thoughts of...

"Yes, I use it, sometimes when I'm really horny. I was using it when you knocked." Heather was staring boldly at her.

Traci knew in a moment she was telling the truth. It was still warm and slick with cum and oil in places.

"Aren't you afraid it will hurt you?" She was holding it up, surprised at the girth and feel. So much like a real cock, but so very much larger.

"If you're careful to start it slowly, then you eventually stretch out and from then on it's great. Really great. It really fills you up. At first, I used to come before I could get it in, it took so long, but now I get eager and pop it right in."

It was quiet for a few moments and Traci continued to run her fingers over the ribbed head as her thoughts continued to think about getting fucked with this wonderous tool. Heather said, "Would you like to try it?"