5.03 – Reward, Thighs

5.03 – Reward, Thighs

“Let me get you properly ready,” Sabina said, squirting lubricant into her hands. She worked the liquid around in her palms, then gripped both of Zoey’s cocks and spread it in with long strokes. She squeezed and rubbed each of Zoey’s members against one another, helping further work it in.

The sensation was pretty foreign, having her own cock rubbing against her own cock, and she shivered under the assault. That it was Sabina who was stroking her was, of course, also a source of the compromising waves of pleasure.

Thankfully, Zoey was becoming somewhat of an expert in resisting her building climax. Her days as a quickshot were fortunately over—except in the most extreme cases. Which, admittedly, this might qualify as, having both a second appendage and being played with by Sabina.

“There,” Sabina said, satisfied at having lubricated Zoey up. She stepped aside, and with a hand on Zoey’s ass, pushed her forward toward the contraption.

“Where’d you get this thing, anyway?” Zoey asked with some amusement and some anticipation. “Doesn’t seem like the usual sex store fare.”

“Custom built. Rush order.”

“Just for me?” Zoey laughed. “You’re too caring.”

Sabina’s lips quirked, then she gripped each of Zoey’s cocks and pointed them toward the waist-high contraption’s entrance. Sabina guided her in, pressing her ass with her other hand to urge Zoey to take a step forward.

Zoey shivered as her two cock tips rubbed against the soft, bumpy material that adorned the inside of the metal device. She grabbed each of the handlebars and spread her stance, getting herself better situated. Sabina was just as eager. More so, possibly, because she moved behind Zoey, then pressed her pelvis into Zoey’s ass and forcibly pushed Zoey all the way in. Zoey gasped as her cocks were squeezed in by pleasurable material, all fourteen inches surrounded in less than a moment.

“It was meant for one,” Sabina said. “That potion was a recent development. But I assume the tight fit is a good thing?”

“Y-Yeah,” Zoey stuttered out, shuddering at the extremely cramped hole Sabina had pushed her into. One thick girl dick pulsed against the other, heads rubbing against both each other and bumpy material, and Zoey realized that her earlier musings about having become a pro at ‘lasting’ might have been a lie.

It was especially unfair how Sabina wrapped her arms around Zoey’s stomach, then started pulling her out of the contraption—then pushed back forward with her own hips, guiding Zoey in.

“I set the pace,” Sabina said. “If you start thrusting by yourself, you fail.”

“I take it back,” Zoey gasped. “Not a caring teacher. A wicked one.”

“But I suppose I can make an exception,” Sabina eventually said, shivering in an uncharacteristically telling display. Zoey losing control was having an effect on her.

The question that followed nearly made Zoey laugh. It had no business coming this late into one of Sabina’s quizzes.

“Going easy on me?” Zoey said. “Maybe you want to feel me, too.” Spurred on, Zoey slowed down her frantic humping and ran both her hands across Sabina’s thighs, then across her pelvis creases, her thumbs brushing dangerously close to her exposed pussy. It was by far the most daring she’d been, and Sabina shivered a second time. “You want to feel me between your thighs. My hips slapping into you.”

“Answer the question,” Sabina said simply.

Zoey did. It was easier than the previous one, barely a struggle even in her addled state. Sabina nodded in satisfaction before she’d turned around so her stomach was on the metal of the device, then started shuffling down. Zoey helped situate her, and soon, her teacher’s soft thighs were dangling off the edge, perfectly lined up to the machine. Zoey grabbed each of them, then pressed them together, sandwiching her two cocks between them.

The agonizing softness, and having Sabina’s ass pressing into her stomach, laid out across a machine and ready to be thigh-fucked, was too much for Zoey. She grunted and got to work, the arousal taking control of her entirely. If her movements had been eager before, now they were frantic. Zoey’s two cocks slid between her teacher’s thighs and inside the tight pressure of the contraption, and it completely erased her thoughts. Grunts, moans, and slaps filled the air, along with the creaking of metal, as Zoey pistoned her hips with total desperation.

Her climax built moment by moment, and she was vaguely aware of Sabina trying to ask the next question in the series, but even her teacher seemed to realize the futility in continuing. She laid atop the machine and let Zoey use her.

The desire to pull out of the toy and claim Sabina’s exposed ass and pussy was almost overwhelming, but she of course fought it away—however difficult. She couldn’t completely restrain herself, though, and her hands wandered off the handlebars and started exploring Sabina’s body. Her teacher didn’t protest that, and Zoey fondled her underneath her bra, tweaking and playing with her nipples as Zoey panted and moaned, climax quickly building. Her cocks twitched inside their confines, and she could tell she didn’t have much longer.

“Here it comes,” Zoey murmured, bent over and humping desperately. “Here’s your load. You ready?”

Sabina turned and looked at her. Even the stoic woman had found a blush, by this point; her thighs being rutted into so frantically, and Zoey’s lower stomach slapping into her raised ass, was something even she couldn’t keep a straight demeanor through. “More than ready,” Sabina murmured back, gray eyes locked to hers, happy, like usual, to indulge Zoey—to play into the fantasy. “Go ahead and fill your teacher’s tight pussy up. Stuff her womb with your hot cream. It’s your reward for being such a good student.”

It really was criminal how eager the woman was to say such phrases—especially with her usual cool composure. It completely took Zoey apart.

She groaned, then, cocks spasming, slapped viciously forward one last time, choosing to believe wholeheartedly it was Sabina’s pussy her cocks were buried into, and not just the collection device. Her two members seized, and magma rolled through her veins as her climax crashed through her.

String after string burst into the plastic-like tip at the far end of the machine, and slow, long strokes helped work out the payload. She squeezed down on Sabina’s thighs and worked her cocks between them, using her teacher’s legs to extract as much pleasure as she could. Sabina suffered through it with a blush and a faint sense of exasperation—tolerating her student, as always. Why did that do so much for Zoey?

Finally, her muscles turned to jello, Zoey pulled out of both the device and Sabina’s thighs.

“Alright,” Zoey said after a few long moments of recovery, still lightheaded, and struggling to stay standing. “What was the question, again?”