Chapter 8
Connie and Carl and Jerry and Donna strolled companionably back from dinner. The setting sun cast a warm yellow glow across the campus. Everything was more deserted than usual since it was Sunday and exams began in two days. Most of the students had gone away for the long weekend. "Nice of your folks to buy us dinner," Jerry said to Carl.
"Expensive," Connie observed, feeling a mild glow from the wine.
"I ate too much," Donna moaned. "I need something to work it off."
"Don't worry," Jerry said lewdly, "I'll work it off you."
"That's not what I meant," Donna retorted. "For once, I didn't mean that!"
"Darn it," Jerry muttered in mock disappointment."
"Hey, I know," Carl broke in. "Let's go to the gymnasium.
"It'll be locked," Connie pointed out. "No one's ever there at this hour."
"I know," Carl acknowledged. "But I bet we could get in." "What if we get caught?" Connie was trying not to be the practical member of the group, but it wasn't easy.
"We won't get caught. There's nobody there to catch us. And if we don't turn on any lights we could stay there all night, if we wanted to. Come on, what do you say? It'll be fun."
"Always have wanted to use one of those climbing ropes," Jerry mused.
"First time I ever came was while using a rope. "You're suffering from a case of cum on the brain," Donna snorted. "I'm game, though. I've always wanted to see what the men's locker room is like."
"Let's go," Carl urged.
Connie trailed along, feeling some misgivings but unwilling to go against the other three. And the nibbling knot of excitement in her cunt felt good. They probed the big building cautiously, circling it, studying it. The doors were all locked tightly. The fire escape exits on the ground floor were featureless slabs of gray metal. They didn't even have handles to get a grip on. The windows all had metal grills on them. "Ah, here we are, Carl announced. "The weak point in their defenses." He rubbed his fingers on his shirt. Then he pulled out his pocket knife, slipped it between the frame and sill of the unprotected ground-level basement window and pried open the lock.
Connie's heart was beating quickly as Carl eased the window open cautiously.
Carl stuck his head in and looked down. Then, turning, he went in feet first, lowered himself slowly, and then dropped out of sight. His face and hands gleamed in the dimness as he stood there. The floor was about six feet below the level of the ground. Donna went next. She squirmed backward, feet first, into the window. Carl reached up to catch her.
"Hey, watch your hands!" she protested. She vanished into the darkness. Jerry peered through the open window and then snorted. "They're busy right now," he reported to Connie. "I'll go first and then catch you. Okay?" "Okay," Connie agreed dubiously. She glanced around.
"Come on," Jerry urged from the depths of the basement. On her stomach, she squirmed feet first backward through the window. She felt the ground scrape her tits through her dress. Jerry's hands closed on her hips and guided her as she wormed her way through the opening. As she began to fall downward, her knit dress slid up and bunched under her arms, baring her all the way to her waist.
"Hey!" she protested as Jerry slipped his hands over her tits and grabbed a quick feel. Lust mingled with the excitement already steaming in her. She pushed his hands away and pulled her dress down. It was a long hand knit, sweater dress that went to her knees. It molded closely but not lewdly to her figure.
"No bra," Jerry observed. "I was wondering about that all through dinner." "If you'd asked me, I could have told you," Carl noted dryly, closing the window. "Come on, this way."
Connie wasn't really upset by Jerry's quick feel. Her reservations about sex had been eliminated by the laundry room episode. Ever since, she had been constantly indulging with either Jerry or Carl, usually Carl. Her own bed had been unslept in for the last month.
They were in some sort of workshop or maintenance room. Carl opened the door and they fumbled down a corridor, stumbled blindly up a flight of stairs. Groping hands touched warm bodies and there were giggles and sighs and whispers. Then a door opened, and gray light poured down on them. They were in the cavernous empty space of the gym. Light came m the windows high on the wide walls, gleamed on the polished floor. "Shoes off," Carl ordered, kicking his loafers off.
"How come?" Donna asked.
"Don't want to mar the floor. Well, there's your climbing rope, Jerry."
"Let's see how you did it," Donna teased.
"No, I don't think so," Jerry said. He eyed the thick rope dubiously. "You really brought yourself off with a rope?" Donna asked, studying the twisted inch and a half thick hemp. There was a large knot at the bottom. "Looks more like something that a girl would use."
"So, why don't you try it?" Jerry asked.
"Don't mind if I do. I used to be quite a tomboy."
"Nothing boyish about you," Carl observed.
"There was then," Donna told him candidly. She jumped up and grasped the ropes. She pulled herself up and then curled her legs around the rope. It twisted and tangled in her short skirt.
She started to climb, pulling herself up with her hands, then gripping the rope with her feet, legs and thighs. The rope pulled tight in her clasping crotch.
"I see-what-you-mean," she grunted. She was ten feet off the floor now and still climbing. "It's grinding-right-into my-pussy!" Connie got hot just thinking about it. The three of them were looking right up Donna's skirt, could see her rounded asscheeks in her lacy panties. The friction with the rope was dragging her skirt up so far in front that her bare thighs were touching the scratchy hemp. "Can't-go-much-farther," Donna grunted, beginning to slip back a bit. "Oh! OH! OOOHHH! GAAAHHH!" Clinging desperately to the swinging rope, Donna quivered in the throes of an orgasm. She began to slide downward, lowering herself hand over hand. The thick, rippled rope pulled through her crotch. Connie felt her body shudder as she thought of having those hard ridges rasping against her own cunt. She felt her panties getting wet and sticky. Donna's feet hit the knot at the bottom of the rope, bounced off, and touched the floor. She fell back against Jerry, and then slid down to the floor. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her legs were kicking wildly. Her red cuntal bush showed through her panties as she writhed on the gym mat. The crotch of her panties, bunched between her pale, rounded thighs, was visibly moist. A dark smudge showed where the rope had dragged against them.
"Wow!" Donna squealed after a moment of recovery. "What a trip! Try it, Connie. The rope really whips your clit to a frenzy!" Connie shook her head. "I'm not strong enough now. I used to do it climbing a tree."
"AH-HA!" Carl exploded. "Your secret is out-you were a tree freak! Didn't you realize it would lead inexorably to a life of sin and degradation?" Giggling, Connie pushed him away, evading his groping hands and lips. "Hey, let's go swimming!" Jerry suggested, heading in the direction of the pool.
It was shadowy and mysterious and humid as a rain forest. The water in the pool was flat and still. When they whispered, their voices echoed back strangely from the tiled walls, the rows of bleachers. The surface of the water looked like a sheet of glass.
"Well, who's going to be first?" Jerry asked. Everyone jumped as his words bounced around the room.
"Me," Connie answered, and then wondered what had made her say that. She was still tingling from watching Donna slide down the long, rough rope. "Yeah!" Jerry agreed loudly, and was immediately hushed by the others. Connie climbed the long ladder to the high diving board. Her dress rode up high on her thighs. Stepping onto the board, she walked slowly to the end. She felt the springy slab bounce under her feet. She felt everyone's eyes on her. Her stomach tightened with excitement. Reaching down, she gripped the hem of her dress and peeled it smoothly up over her head. She was naked except for her panties. Her tits jiggled as she rolled up the dress and threw it down to the deck below. Then she rolled her panties down and off, exposing her cuntal bush, her graceful hips and thighs. Theatrically, she teetered on the end of the board. She pretended the bleachers were packed and that a huge crowd was staring at her. Her panties fluttered down, and landed silently on the deck. Then she bounced, testing the spring of the board-and showing off her naked body. Her tits jumped and bounced, her legs flexed. Cool air touched her cunt. The board drummed loudly, boomed against the rubber fulcrum, then rebounded, bouncing two or three times before her feet slapped down on it again.
She stopped, and waited for the echoes from the board to die away. Finally she could hear her own breathing, and that of the others. All three of them were panting, and she knew it was all because of her. She paced off her approach on the board, and turned to face the water. The platform cut off their view of her. She realized that she wasn't going to be able to see the surface of the totally still water, so decided on the simplest possible dive.
Taking a deep breath, she took three quick steps, then came down with both feet and let the board catapult her off into the darkness. She spread her arms, and did the best swan dive of her life. Her body arched perfectly. She arrowed into the still pool breaking the calm with a neat splash. It had been like flying. She had felt the air sweep over her. She had seen eyes glittering as they followed her flight, the pale grace of her naked body. Her blonde hair streamed back from her head. She was enveloped in cool water. Brisk currents tugged her tits as she arrowed down to the bottom of the pool. She planted her feet firmly on the bottom, and then shot to the surface.
Instantly, she was surrounded, engulfed by naked bodies. She could feel Donna's soft, lush tits, and Jerry and Carl's hard hairy thighs tangling with hers. The four of them submerged in a jumble of naked arms and legs. Connie's lust blazed upward like a rocket.
A few minutes later, she was on the deck, her legs spread wide, feeling Carl's great cock jam deep into her ravenous cunt. She rolled her head on the unyielding tiles, heard her passionate sighs echo back from the dark ceiling. It was a mad scene, straight out of a Roman orgy, fucking by the dark, still pool. Then there was sloshing from Donna and Jerry as they fucked in the shallow end of the pool. The water churned around their working bodies.
Connie was being crushed into the hard deck. Her ribs ached from the weight on her. Her tits were flattened, and the soft globes of her ass were being bruised by the cold tiles. And it was all wonderful. She strained, reached Carl's working ass, and heaved him into her cunt very hard. She pried between his asscheeks and jabbed her finger at his asshole. She felt his cock get still harder inside her, then ram into her cunt even more brutally. She twisted her finger in the hard knot of his asshole, and felt him reaching for her own rear opening. The feeling of a finger drilling into her ass was almost as good as the feeling of a cock there had been. But what was really good was the feeling of having two things jammed into her body at once, a cock in her cunt, a finger in her ass.
Pushing her own finger farther into Carl's asshole, she ground her other fingers against the hard ridge between his asshole and his balls. From the way he was working his cock in her hot cunt, the stimulation really did something to him. His pubic arch ground against hers. Her clitoris was being pulverized between living millstones.
With her finger, she felt something happening inside Carl. He increased the power of his thrusts into her cunt, making it hard for her to hold on. She clutched him desperately as she took his brutal drives, loving the feel of him crashing into her straining crotch. She kept her finger jammed up his asshole. She felt him force a second finger into her shit chute. He stretched the rubbery ring, put pressure on his cock through the thin wail of flesh that separated her two channels. She felt him cumming-with her finger! She felt his prostate throb and pump, squirm under her finger like a tiny, trapped animal. She felt his cock pulse in her mint. She felt thick, creamy spurts of jism erupt from his prostate, then jet into her cunt split seconds later. She stroked the pulsing cock inside his body as she came. Her cunt spasmed around his spurting prick. Then her rectal muscles joined the wild convulsions. It was a wild, flaming orgasm for the two of them. Their panting and moaning echoed back at them from the walls and ceiling of the big room. The slapping of the water in the pool's gutter added a wild, syncopated rhythm to their chorus of lust.
Then the only sound was four people panting heavily, and the slosh of the water. Connie withdrew her greasy finger from Carl's ass, felt him pull his fingers out of hers. It felt good to have them out, but she missed them, too. His prick was still inside her cunt. It was less than half its former size.
She heaved, and rolled them over. They tumbled into the pool. They separated, and let the water cool their overheated bodies. After floating around awhile, Connie paddled over to the side and hoisted herself out. She sat with her feet dangling in the water. Jerry came over and joined her. She reflected on how she had changed in the last month. The sight of a naked boy wasn't a shock any longer, was barely a source of wonder. She'd glance down to see if his cock was hard and leave it at that. She liked the feel of Jerry's warmth beside her and leaned against him. His arm went around her. She loved the feel of his skin against hers. "All right, you two, break it up," Carl growled, steadying himself by swimming in between Connie's legs and hooking his arms over her thighs. "Yeah, break it up," Donna echoed, holding onto Jerry's legs. Connie swung one foot and gently wiggled her toes against Carl's cock and balls. "What's the matter? Jealous?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Carl asked. "You look good enough to eat."
"So, nobody's stopping you," Jerry pointed out. Connie eased her ass to the edge of the pool. When Carl pried her pussy lips open, she felt chilly air strike deep into her wet folds. She looked down as his head neared her crotch and watched his mouth close on her cunt. His tongue probed deep into her humid gash. She let her head drop back as lust washed over her, engulfing her.
Then she lifted her head and glanced over at Jerry. Donna was licking his expanding cock with long, slow sweeps of her tongue. The sight sent Connie's excitement boiling still higher. Leaning against Jerry, she felt Carl's tongue bore deep into her slippery mint, and watched Jerry get his cock tongue-washed. The cool water, the warmth of Carl around her legs, and the delightful feel of Jerry's body beside hers, all increased her boiling passion.
Turning her head, she glued her lips to Jerry's in a tongue-sucking kiss. One of his hands came up, and cupped and massaged one aching tit just as Carl swept his tongue up and rasped it over her clitoris. Connie writhed, breaking the kiss. Donna was still sucking diligently on Jerry's rigid cock.
Connie tore her mouth from Jerry's so she could watch Donna take half of his meaty prick into her mouth. Her cheeks drew in. Her hair hung in wet strands around her face, curled across Jerry's thighs with serpentine grace. She had her elbows hooked over his thighs. Her palms were steadying his cock, her fingers were fondling his balls. Jerry's stomach was wrinkled because of his slouched position. But the muscles there still flexed visibly. His hips shifted and rolled in a squirming, fucking motion. He was still fondling Connie's tits. He was also watching his cock being sucked, and Connie's cunt being eaten. Connie wriggled against Jerry, screwed her hips gently as she rose toward her peak. Her rise was slow, and was all the more pleasant because of it. The anticipation building steadily in her quivering cunt made her heart race. She feasted her eyes on the sight of Jerry's cock being eaten. She loved watching it almost as much as she loved doing it. "Nice," Jerry grunted. "How close are you?"
"Close. But not too close," Connie answered.
"Want to try to make it at the same time?" he asked hoarsely. "Okay," Connie agreed tensely. It meant that she would have to concentrate of her own state of arousal, and keep Jerry posted on her progress. At the same time, he'd have to tell her how close he was getting. Just thinking about it lifted Connie a notch closer. She told Jerry in a tight voice.
"I'm close, too," Jerry said.
"Yeah," Connie panted. "Ahh, God, that's good!"
"Yeah!"
Carl and Donna said nothing, just concentrated on bringing their partners off with their mouths.
Carl found Connie's clit and sucked on it hard, then mangled the squirmy button with his tongue. Donna, her lips around just the head of Jerry's cock, scrubbed the nerve-trigger on the underside with her tongue. "God!" Jerry punted. "I can feel the stuff seeping into her mouth-not cum, the other stuff."
"I'm flooding Carl," Connie announced. "He's sucking my clit. It feels like it's going to come out by the roots. Now he's tonguing my clit. Ahh; I'm almost there!"
"Me, too!" Jerry snorted. His hand worked Connie's tits over brutally as his excitement soared.
Carl and Donna increased their efforts. Donna scratched the base of Jerry's cock with one finger. Carl probed a finger deep into Connie's streaming cunt, and pumped it in and out.
"Almost!" Connie gasped.
"Almost!" Jerry panted, his hips working.
"Closer!" Connie said sharply. Her feet began thrashing in the water.
"Closer!" Jerry echoed. "Closer!"
"Closer!"
"I'm cumming!" Connie cried.
"Cumming!"
"CUMMING!" they chorused. Jerry's cock pumped and spurted, jetting thick, creamy wads of cum into Donna's sucking, swallowing mouth. Connie poured wave after wave of juice all over Carl's mouth and chin. Their cummings faded as quickly as they had arrived, and Connie and Jerry slumped backward on the hard deck. Their chests heaved as they caught their breath. They looked wearily at each other, and grinned. "Crazy!" Jerry said.
"Would you look at those two," Carl griped. He was sitting beside Connie.
"They get it off in fine style, and we're left hanging and horny!" "So, do each other," Connie suggested logically; "Oh, sure," Donna answered. "You get all the wild stuff. Carl and me, we just plod along." "What should we do with them?" Connie asked Jerry. "We could always just shove them in the pool." "Don't you dare," Donna said sharply. "Or we could help these poor, unimaginative dolts out somehow."
"Yeah, but how?" Connie asked. "I'm pooped."
"I couldn't get it up again if I had to," Jerry noted. "So, we will have to use our ingenuity. Maybe a change of scenery would suggest something." The four of them got to their feet. "What about our clothes?" Connie asked. "Better bring 'em along," Carl answered. "Never know when we might need 'em for a quick exit."
"I'm more interested in a quick entry," Donna punned. Connie had a gut-tightening idea. She knew she shouldn't suggest it, but-she had to. "Have you ever had it up your ass?" she whispered to Donna. "What?"
Connie glanced at Carl and Jerry who were leading the way. They hadn't heard Donna exclamation of surprise. "Have you ever had a cock up your ass?" Connie whispered hoarsely. "Just think about it for a minute-a huge, hot, heavy cock prying its way up into your ass." Donna hissed in the darkness, and Connie knew the idea was getting to her.
"First it just touches you, and then it pushes in, and you feel pressure. Then you try to let it in, because it feels so good. It pries into you, and you feel yourself being stretched open. Then it's pushing into you like a great big log, stuffing you and burning through your asshole."
"Enough," Donna moaned. "You've done it?" "I've done it." Connie was pleased that she had done something the older girl never had. "You'll help?" Donna asked nervously.
"I'll help, Connie said, feeling grown up and mature.
"What's in there?" Carl asked.
"Training room," Jerry answered, peering in the door. "Just what we need," Connie said, and went in. It was windowless, so she flipped on the lights. The harsh florescent fixtures flickered to life. They all blinked against the glare. The room was dominated by a massive training table, all glittering chrome and black leather. The walls were white tile; the floor a dull black rubber. A glass-fronted cabinet held masses of bottle and there was a big stainless-steel whirlpool bath in one corner.
"Need for what?" Carl asked.
"Jerry is going to give it to Donna up the rear," Connie announced cheerily.
"I am?" Jerry asked, startled.
They all looked at Donna. She gulped, and nodded. Her nipples were already rigid. Obviously just the thought was enough to stimulate her. Connie took charge. "Adjust the table so when she bends over it she'll be at the right height for Jerry." She went over to the cabinet. Opening the doom wide, she surveyed the line-up of ointments and lotions. She found what she wanted, and returned to the table.
Making sure Donna was watching, Connie carefully oiled Jerry's cock. It was already hard with excitement. Connie's slow, warm stroking had it throbbing and fully swollen in seconds. It gleamed in the harsh light. The slit at the tip seemed to be smiling. "It's too big," Donna whispered.
"No it isn't," Connie told her. "Bend over the table. Carl, take her hands and hold her."
Donna shook her head, but let Carl guide her over. She leaned forward, her tits swaying heavily. They touched the leather surface, then spread out under her as she lay forward. Carl held her arms stretched straight out in front of her along the table. She turned her head, and rested her cheek on the table. She was sweating. Her nude body formed a sleek, pale contrast to the harsh black leather. Her shoulder blades shifted restlessly. Connie guided Jerry over behind Donna, and studied the situation, then cranked the table a few inches lower. She eased Donna's feet apart. Then she took some oil on her fingers and spread it all along the crack of Donna's ass, greased the soft round globes of Donna's lush asscheeks. Connie loved the warm, satin feel of her friend's skin. Then she oiled the brown pucker of Donna asshole. The muscles in Donna's thighs flexed nervously. Spreading Donna cheeks with the fingers of one hand, Connie carefully oiled Donna hole until it gleamed with lubricant. Then, while Jerry watched, Connie slipped one oily finger into Donna's tight, hot asshole.
Jerry's cock throbbed and jumped as he watched Connie's finger probing Donna's ass. Connie could see him out of the corner of her eye. Her own lust was boiling from probing Donna's ass. The sheer lewdness of what she was doing tantalized her. She had changed one hell of a lot in the last weeks. Reluctantly, she withdrew her finger from Donna's tight ass and guided Jerry's cock, she guided the head to the gleaming brown eye and settled it against the wrinkled dimple.
Jerry pushed forward. His cock began to power its way slowly into Donna's ass. The glans was pinched and molded by the tight ring, then squeezed in as her sphincter stretched. Then it eased into the groove behind the head of Jerry's cock. Donna lurched and moaned.
"After you get all the way into her, stay real still until I give you the word," Connie whispered to Jerry.
Jerry looked startled, but nodded his agreement. He was staring down at where his pale cock parted Donna a well-rounded asscheeks. He leaned into the task, and the shaft of his cock began to slide out of sight. The skin wrinkled from the friction, in spite of all the oil Connie had used on him. Connie watched as Jerry thrust the last bit of his prick home in Donna's ass. Then, both reluctantly and eagerly, Connie tore herself away and went to the other end of the table. She greased Carl's throbbing hard-on, then handed him the oil.
She took Donna's wrists and leaned forward on the table. The cool leather mashed Connie's tits. Donna's eyes flickered open, then widened with surprise at the sight of Connie's features so close to her. "Carl's going to do the same thing to me," Connie explained.
"Ooh, it's so good," Donna moaned.
Connie sucked in a deep breath as Carl greased up her ass. She felt him drive a finger into her asshole, which made her hunger for the full bulk of his cock. She tightened her grip on Donna's arms when she felt Carl's cock nuzzle her butt, wedge her cheeks open.
Carl began to push, and Connie thought the pleasure was going to drive her nuts. She clung to Donna desperately, felt Donna's nails cutting into her forearms. She felt her ass stretch until it stung. Then she felt his shaft sliding through the tortured muscle, powering into her ass, pistoning deep into her guts. Finally Carl's hips jammed up against her asscheeks. The two girls were lying on opposite ends of the table, their pale, naked bodies shining under the harsh florescent light. Behind each naked girl was a naked man, each with his cock rammed full depth in the hot, greasy asshole in front of him.
Connie nodded sharply. "Go!" she ordered Carl and Jerry. She felt Carl drag his cock out of her ass, then slam it back in. Connie watched Donna s face flush with pleasure as Jerry did the same to her. Moving her head a few inches, Connie pressed her mouth to Donna's, and they kissed as they were ass-fucked. Tongues twining and tasting in a sweet kiss, they savored their sodomizing.
Blindly, Connie and Donna stroked and petted each other's soft flesh as they took hard cocks up their asses. Connie was roaring along at an unbelievable pitch. Her cunt was spasming insanely, looking for something to fill it, too.
God, now that was a thought. What if she took two men at once? What if she took two stiff cocks into her, one in her ass, one in her cunt. The idea made her feel a twinge of dissatisfaction with the current situation-being ass-fucked while kissing and fondling another girl. But the dissatisfaction wasn't great enough to quench the searing lust, the flushing orgasm that was approaching.
"Going to cum," she muttered into Donna's mouth. She felt Donna mumble something in reply, and figured Donna was about to cum, too. Connie began to orgasm, while Carl tirelessly pumped his cock in her burning ass. Her orgasm flared through her. She writhed and squirmed on the table, still clutching Donna's lush body, kissing Donna's sucking, hungry mouth. From the way Donna was twisting and wriggling, the red-haired girl was cumming just as violently as Connie was.
"Going to cum," Jerry announced hoarsely.
"Yeah," Donna whispered, "yeah, cum in my ass, cum in my ass!" Connie didn't need any announcement from Carl. The way he was slamming his prick into her ass was evidence enough. Her orgasm lifted still higher as she felt Jerry's jolting drives against Donna stop. She knew he was hosing Donna's guts with jism. Carl slammed deep into Connie, and she felt her asshole tighten around his pulsing, pumping cock. She knew he was giving her an enema of thick, hot cum.
Then Carl fell onto her, and she began to shit out his rapidly shriveling cock. Donna was whimpering quietly as her ass got rid of its brutal invader. The four of them lay panting on the training table for a long time, and then finally began untangling themselves. Carl figured out the controls to the whirlpool bath and the four of them jumped in and let the swirling water clean their sated bodies.
"We'd better get out of here," Carl said at last. "I'm beat. Leave everything exactly the way it was."
The only thing they couldn't clean up was the spattering of cum on the floor. They left the pale splotches drying there, and hoped they would be gone by morning. Carl shut off the lights and closed the door. Wearily, they made their way through the building to the window where they had entered.
Connie was thinking about the idea that had come to her on the training table. Jerry boosted her through the window. How was she going to get two men to fuck her at the same time?
It would have to be soon. The term was coming to an end. What was she going to do about Paul? He was so inexperienced.