Chapter 14: The Reaming
He held her there, impaled and trembling, letting the violent aftershocks subside. Her cunt pulsed around him, a raw, hot clutch. She gasped into the comforter, the world narrowed to the overwhelming fullness, the smell of sex and lavender, the dull ache in her lower back where he’d held her down. Nabil gave Christelle a moment to catch her breath.
He watched the rise and fall of her shoulders, the red marks his fingers had left on her hips. He shifted his weight slightly, and she whimpered. A slow, cruel smile touched his lips. “Still tight, Madame Lefèvre,” he murmured, his voice a gravelly rumble against her ear. “Even stretched around me. But you’re opening up. I can feel it.”
When he felt Christelle's pussy loosen its grip, he resumed his advance.
It was a slow, inexorable push. He didn’t slam into her; he claimed her, inch by impossible inch. “There,” he grunted, his hips meeting the swell of her ass. “You feel that? The head’s past where your husband’s little prick ever reached.” He pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, gaining more ground. “Fuck, you’re taking it. Taking all of it.”
Christelle panted, moaned, and let out little cries. They were sounds of unbearable stretch, of a deep, internal burning that was morphing, second by second, into something else. Her fingers twisted in the cream-colored linen. “Mon Dieu… Nabil…”
“Shhh,” he soothed, but it was no comfort. It was a command. “Just feel it. Feel how deep I’m going into the teacher’s perfect married pussy.”
Nabil knew what he was doing, and after a while, Christelle felt Nabil's large balls against her buttocks. His entire cock was inside her.
The sensation was absolute. A completion of a violation she had both feared and, in some secret, ashamed chamber of her soul, fantasized about. She was filled in a way she hadn’t known was possible. The pressure was immense, a solid, burning presence that seemed to press against her very core.
She couldn’t believe it and couldn’t help but say so. “It’s… you’re all…” The words died in a gasp.
Nabil, for his part, declared that now he was finally going to be able to fuck a professor's pussy. He let out a low, triumphant laugh, his breath hot on her neck. “This is what you needed, wasn’t it? Not those timid little fucks from Sebastien. You needed to be ruined. Properly.”
Nabil then began to thrust in and out of Christelle's pussy.
The sensation for Christelle was incredible. She had never experienced anything like it. It was a brutal, grinding friction that lit up every nerve ending. The initial pain had dissolved, replaced by a deep, coiling pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. Each inward stroke was a claim of territory, each withdrawal a devastating loss. She screamed with pleasure each time Nabil's cock reached the back of her pussy, already quite deep, and moaned each time he seemed to withdraw.
“Yes! Right there! Oh, God, right there!” The words tore from her, obscene and desperate. All her careful propriety, her teacher’s diction, evaporated. She was just a body, a cunt being used magnificently.
“You like that, you proper bitch?” Nabil snarled, his rhythm becoming punishing, each slam of his hips rocking her entire body forward. “You like how a real cock feels?”
“I love it!” she wailed, the admission shocking her even as it left her lips.
He changed her position suddenly, roughly. Nabil grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth finding her neck, biting and sucking as he drove into her from this new, even deeper angle. Leaning forward to kiss her even more deeply, he crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips as his cock forced its way to her limit. She could taste herself and his sweat.
Christelle orgasmed several times before Nabil finally ejaculated after about ten minutes. They weren’t gentle peaks but convulsive, wrecking things that ripped through her without warning. Each one made her pussy clench violently around his invading length, milking him, pulling him deeper, triggering a guttural roar from his throat.
“Take it! You filthy woman, take my fucking cum!” he growled, and she felt him swell even larger inside her, then burst.
The flow of semen that Nabil released seemed endless, flooding her vagina, spilling out, running down her buttocks, and soaking the bedsheets. It was hot, shockingly so, and the sheer volume of it was a vulgarity that completed her debasement. She felt it leaking from her, a warm, sticky proof of what they’d done in her marital bed, under the gaze of the family photos on the dresser.
Throughout all this, Nabil continued to comment on the act, comparing Christelle to Mary. “Look at you,” he panted, still spilling into her, his voice thick with contempt and lust. “The virgin teacher, the holy mother. Filled with sin. My sin. Dripping with it.”
He finally collapsed his weight onto her, then rolled off with a wet, sucking sound. Christelle lay ruined, staring at the pale blue wall of her sanctuary. Her body thrummed. She was soaked in sweat and semen, her mind blank, every muscle trembling.
For a long minute, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then the bed dipped as Nabil sat up. He looked down at her, at the mess between her legs, at the dazed look in her eyes.
He ran a hand over her thigh, possessively. “You think we’re done?”
Christelle turned her head to look at him. She couldn’t form a word.
A dark, knowing smile spread across his face. He was already hardening again. “I’m far from finished with you.”
He slapped her thigh, a sharp, stinging command. “On your knees. Now. Face down, ass up. I want to see that used cunt from behind while I take it again.”
A shudder ran through her. Exhaustion warred with a terrifying, eager hunger. Slowly, her limbs feeling like lead and air, she pushed herself up. The warm trickle of his release ran down her inner thigh. She moved as instructed, the position one of complete submission. She felt the cool air on her wet, exposed flesh.
Nabil moved behind her, his hands gripping the curves of her hips. “Good,” he said, his voice a promise of more darkness to come.