Chapter 6
As Tom renewed his fast and furious pumping into Sally's cunt, Stan watched quietly, but a sarcastic look came over his face.
Harry, now that his prick was well greased with vaseline and he had shoved lots of the sticky stuff into Sally's ass-hole, was ready to penetrate the young girl's ass-hole with his massive rammer.
She was still lying on her side, and Tom, lying in front of her body was pressed tightly against her. His dong began to ram into her with renewed gusto.
Harry, pressing the whole length of his body against Sally's back, also was busy. He was positioning his prick at the mouth of her tight, but well-greased ass-hole.
"Okay, baby," he bragged. "Get ready for the best butt-fuck you ever had, or ever will have."
"I've been getting ready for the past half hour," Sally said sarcastically.
The gathered and eagerly watching Kocks and Kunts broke out into laughter.
Harry blushed a furious lobster red. "All right you stupid students," he sneered, "we'll see who gets the last laugh."
"We'll see a whole lot of things before this week is out," Mary said threateningly.
"Yeah, for one thing," Suzy said, "we'll see who gets to stay in the Kocks and Kunts."
Harry chose to ignore that last threatening remark and instead, concentrated on the task ahead. It should have been something he enjoyed, but instead, it had all the ugly anxiety-producing qualities of a contest. Harry felt nervous, and there was no two ways about it.
His prick was huge and hard, that was certain, but the catcalls from the students and the obvious hostility they manifested showed him that one really bad hurting or insulting crack from them might make him lose his sexual confidence. His prick might wither, right before everybody's eyes. And after all of his bragging, that would put him in a pretty poor light.
He gritted his teeth and concentrated on the task ahead of him, holding his huge stiff prick firmly in his hands.
He positioned it at the mouth of Sally's ass-hole.
"Here goes," he said confidently. "Here goes what?" Mary jeered. "Here goes nothing," said Sally. "I can't feel a thing."
"That's because I haven't even stuck it in yet!" Harry bellowed, enraged.
"Oh," Sally jibed. "I wasn't sure. What with its size and all, I thought maybe it just wasn't big enough to be feelable."
"Fuck you," Harry snarled.
"I wish you would," Sally retorted smartly.
Suddenly, her face twisted into a grimace of agony.
At last, Harry had succeeded in positioning her ass-hole so that its throbbing puckered surface was directly at the tip of his wet and vaselined glans.
He had held onto her ass cheeks firmly, so that she couldn't slip away from him by moving forward. But that wasn't necessary, because Tom's fast and furious fucking action had thrown her directly into him, that is, it pushed her body into Harry's.
He didn't have to struggle very hard to keep her ass-hole in a position where it was easily accessible to his penetration, because Tom's pumping action was pushing her right towards him.
Suddenly, without warning, Sally let out a shriek of pain.
"How does that feel?" Harry asked. "Good?"
"Oh yes," Sally moaned. "I've waited so long for this."
Slowly but surely, Harry plunged his rammer deeper and deeper into her ass-hole, feeling her resistance to his hard forceful fucking, and at the same time, feeling her acquiescence to it.
The muscles of her anal canal began to pump, expanding and contracting in a manner similar to the action of cunt muscles.
"Oh good, baby," Harry groaned. "Keep doing that."
"Doing what?" Sally muttered. "I don't even know what I'm doing."
"Good, that means it comes naturally. Just keep it up then," Harry said. His cock sank deeper and deeper into her anal canal. As he felt the delightful pressure of it squeezing and massaging his cock in its entire length, he felt the hot, bubbling come squirming in his balls, churning furiously, needing to be shot free.
He writhed with lust, grabbing her shoulders with both of his hands, trying to pull her body even closer to him, so that his cock could penetrate her ass-hole even deeper.
He felt Tom's hot sweaty hands brushing against his. Tom too, was trying to pull Sally closer to him, so that his entry into her cunt would be deeper and more satisfying.
Suddenly, Harry realized what would happen, what must happen. As his own cock reached to the very depths of her ass-hole, and as Tom's cock rammed into the very base of her cunt canal, the glands of their two cocks would almost meet, and would slam and ram against each other, with only a thin membrane separating them from actually meeting! That membrane would be the flap of flesh that separated her cunt canal from her ass-hole canal.
Harry was intrigued by that idea, very intrigued. He would, in some strange way, be fucking his fellow teacher, Tom, through the medium of Sally, the student's body.
His whimsical thought was instantly erased from his mind as he felt Sally's ass canal tighten around his cock. The pressure brought an electrifying surge of lust rushing through his body. He quivered wildly, barely controlling himself from shooting his load into her shit hole, right then and there.
He knew the students, all the Kocks and Kunts, were eagerly watching, and waiting to see the outcome of the super fuck fest between himself and Tom. He felt like the warm-up group at a vaudeville show. But, the force of his sexual arousal was great enough to make him forget the mental hassles the students were putting him through, and worse yet, the challenge that Stan represented.
The milking, expanding and contracting motion of her ass-hole was driving him crazy with lust. He felt not only the lubricating effect of the vaseline, but also, the wetness from his own cock. His throbbing prick head oozed with the wet slimy moisture of pre-come lubricant, thus making his penetration into Sally's ass-hole smoother, slicker, and infinitely more pleasurable.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt Sally's body stiffen. At the same instant, he felt the pounding force of another rammer hitting his from the other side of Sally's ass-hole canal.
What he had thought about was actually happening! He was feeling Tom's cock, or the glans of Tom's cock, slamming deep into Sally's cunt, so deep that the reverberations hit his own penetrating tool, and sent additional shivers of sexual stimulation through it.
Harry knew he couldn't hold out much longer. What with the milking, pulsing pressure of Sally's ass-hole, and now, the strange, sexy feeling of another man's cock actually sending the vibrations of its thrusts into his cock, Harry couldn't be controlled.
"I'm coming," he bellowed.
The only response he got from Sally was a long, low, moan, a moan that indicated that her mind was so dazed and lost in lust, that it couldn't articulate any particular feeling. But she was close to orgasm, too, Harry realized.
The quickening spasms of her body indicated that to him, and all too clearly. Still, he wanted to be the one to coordinate this triple fuck, and to coordinate it in such a way that all three of them, Sally, himself and Tom, came together, and attained a screaming, creaming convulsing orgasm at the very same instant.
He applied the power of his concentrated sexuality to achieve this goal.
He wanted it to happen, not so much because it would give him any great sexual satisfaction. As a member of the Kocks and Kunts, he got all the sexual satisfaction he needed and more. He wanted a triple, simultaneous orgasm because he knew there was a power play going on.
He knew that both the students, and Tom, were waiting for him to make an ass of himself. Tom was against him, like a fool, not realizing that they should stick together if they wanted to keep their position, and have as much free, fresh pussy as they wanted.
And the students were now all against him, because they realized that he and Tom, as the teachers of the group, were getting more and more bossy and more and more dominating.
Harry's hands reached around Sally's hips. He clutched over her body, until he felt Tom's buttocks under his fingers. He grasped the buttocks hard and firm towards him.
Now, he was holding all two of them in his grip. Sally was squeezed between them, and Tom was being pressed closer and closer towards her. Harry himself was not moving an inch backwards. So, with the strength of his hands and arms, he kept all three of then-bodies locked together.
Even though they were all three bucking and fucking furiously, they were slowly but surely beginning to match their tempos.
Incredibly, three separate bodies, two male and one female, and three separate sexualities, were beginning to pound together in the identical sexual rhythm.
Harry was lost in the perfection of it, and in the sheer sexuality of it, but he noticed that the Kocks and Kunts gathered around him were duly impressed. Now, if only they could all three achieve orgasm together, it would be a success, a sexual triumph and a political triumph.
It would establish him and Tom as the leaders of the Kocks and Kunts, which, Harry figured, was their rightful place anyway, since they were the teachers, and the most influential individuals in the group. It would also serve to put Tom in his place, because Tom would know, even though he probably wouldn't admit it, that Harry had saved the day for them, and had quelled the student mutiny that was beginning to brew in the high school sex clique.
Nothing could go wrong! Sally was screaming and moaning. Soon, the savage sexual sounds erupting from her throat became high, shrill, and rhythmical, in perfect timing with Tom's cock thrusts into her wet, oozing cunt, and in perfect time with his cock thrusts into her ass-hole.
They began bucking together, faster and faster on the way to climax.
Suddenly, without warning, Tom's body stiffened. Harry could feel it, even through the intervening medium of Sally's body. Tom moaned loudly. His stiffening turned into a convulsive spasm.
Oh no, thought Harry, the idiot is going to climax before me and before Sally. He's going to ruin the whole thing.
No sooner had that thought raced through his mind than Tom let out a loud, orgasmic groan.
"I'm coming," he bellowed.
"No, don't," Harry yelled. "Keep cool Tom, wait for us or you'll fuck up the whole thing."
His only response was another groan from Tom.
"I can't stand it any more," Tom moaned. "My balls are bursting."
"You shithead," Harry groaned.
"Oh no, oh no," Tom repeated, his voice garbled and rasping from the force of the orgasmic power that was shaking him.
Predictably, his stiffened body began to quiver and spasm. After three powerful spasms, his massive cock exploded. A hot rush of long-restrained sperm rushed down the length of his stalk, and boiled over into Sally's cunt like a hot flow of lava.
Of course, Sally wasn't ready for him right then. She had been turned on and turned off so many times during the course of the evening, that her body and her sexuality would have to be very carefully handled if she was going to respond, and respond with an orgasm.
Tom fucked the whole thing up, because, at the point when he came, and climaxed, Sally needed several more minutes of warming up.
As his hips slammed into her, suddenly stiffening and spasming like that, Sally's body stopping moving altogether, and she lay limp, completely limp, her body compressed between the bodies of the two teachers.
She stopped moving completely, and her own sexual rhythm, which might have led to a climax, was broken. She lay there, totally indifferent, and her whole body expressed that indifference.
Naturally, Harry, who had been pounding his prick into her, felt every little twitch of sexuality in her body, or every little sign of lack of sexuality. When he felt her body go limp, and her ass-hole stop the erotic, arousing milking motions, the impetus of his own thrusts, which would have led him to a climax, stopped.
His rhythm was completely thrown off by her lack of rhythm.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck," he screamed in rage. He felt his dick going limp. He wasn't even going to climax now, and he could feel it.
"I'll say," Sally muttered sarcastically. "You guys are all show and no go." She felt Harry's prick going limp inside her ass-hole, while Tom's exploded into her cunt with a hot, searing load of come. But she wasn't in tune with Tom's orgasm, and now, Harry's dick was shriveling up inside her.
"Fuck," Harry repeated angrily.
"You just say that," Sally said. "Don't say it unless you mean it."
"Yeah," Mary railed, "don't say it unless you can do it."
"Get away from me, both of you, ass-holes," Sally said angrily, her body beginning to twitch and struggle. She writhed angrily, trying to extricate herself from the tight but unsatisfying embrace of her two teachers.
Tom, still in the throes of his orgasm, clung tightly to her body. As she struggled to free herself, he clutched the long hair streaming over her shoulders, and forced her body to stay glued to his.
"Fucking dirty pool!" Mary screamed.
"Right," said Suzy. "If you can't fuck the chick right, and satisfy her, then let her go."
Harry knew they were right. He himself let his now totally limp dick slip out of Sally's ass-hole. He lost this round, and he knew it. He just hoped he would have another go, another round. He rolled away from her angrily.
"Come on, you ass-hole," he said angrily to Tom, who was still shoving his now totally spent dick into Sally's cunt. "Don't you know when the party is over?"
But the lust-crazed teacher clung to the young student's voluptuous body, his groins glued to her crotch, and his hips still beating a feeble staccato of lust into her.
"This is ridiculous," said Mary.
"Fucking right," Laura snapped. "Watch the old ass-hole make a fool of himself."
"Yeah, these teachers are all alike, no matter how young they are," Penny said.
Harry listened, his heart sinking. With each minute more that Tom foolishly insisted on fucking Sally, their position with the Kocks and Kunts was getting worse. He and Tom, once the unspoken, but undisputed leaders of the group, were not only turning into a laughing stock but they were being openly mocked. There was even a hideous possibility that the kids might gang up on them, and throw them out of the Kocks and Kunts altogether. Then what would he do for pussy, go out and date the ugly old-maid schoolteachers from Lincoln High? He certainly couldn't afford to take out any imagine-assed chicks, who expected a fifty-dollar evening in exchange for a fuck.
Suddenly, he saw two black boots standing on the floor next to Tom's still-twitching body. By now, Sally had given up struggling against Tom's powerful grip, and lay limp, turning herself into a rag doll.
"Okay," he heard a low, masculine voice say, "now leave this chick alone."
Startled, Harry looked up. Towering over him was the tall, graceful figure of Stan, the newcomer, the one the students had let into the Kocks and Kunts without consulting either him or Tom.
Oh no, Harry thought to himself. Tom, fool that he is, is perfectly capable of getting into a fist fight with this Stan prick, who looked like a mean mother-fucker if he ever saw one.
Harry had horrifying visions of the melee, and him and Tom coming into work the next day with black eyes. Old Dimwiddy, the principal, would certainly get on their backs for that. Dimwiddy had been out to get them since they started working as biology teachers at Lincoln High. Harry wasn't quite sure why Dimwiddy hated them. Probably, he figured, it was because they were about the only teachers in the school who were under thirty, so Dimwiddy must have figured they were natural enemies, being closer to the average age of the students than to the average age of the teachers.
"Come on Tom," he said wearily. "Get your cock out of that girl, come on."
Tom's only response was a hostile moan. His hips were, incredibly enough, still pounding into Sally's come-stained cunt, even though by now, his prick had completely slipped out of her pussy.
"All right," Stan repeated, "I'm giving you till the count of ten to get off of the chick."
"Now wait just a minute," Tom slurred. He was totally exhausted from his sexual efforts, so exhausted that his speech was slow and drawling, as if he were drunk.
"Come on, Tom," Harry said, "get the fuck up will you? It's over, can't you tell?"
"You shut up, Harry," Tom screamed at him. "Nobody tells me when I'm through fucking a chick. Nobody."
"Except maybe me," Stan said coolly.
Tom seemed to notice the tall dark student for the first time. He turned to him, and squinted up at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded belligerently.
"I'm Stan."
"Well go. fuck yourself," Tom bellowed.
Harry's stomach did a few flips. He felt an attack of acid indigestion coming on. If Tom started a fight, and made a fool of himself, he would be making a fool of both of them, and that is something Harry didn't need. He had already resigned himself to the possibility of being ingloriously kicked out of the Kocks and Kunts, by the students, no less, but, at least he wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity in his retreat. And Tom was going to fuck that up too.
Suddenly, Harry saw the only possible way out, to save his own skin, and maybe, to save the supply of fresh cunt still available.
Quickly, he leapt up off the floor. He stood facing Stan. Both of them were now towering over the prostrate bodies of Sally and Tom. The circle of the two dozen or so Kocks and Kunts around them tightened. A dead silence fell over the room, as all the kids watched anxiously.
They wanted a fight, simply because high school students always want a fight, but they also didn't want a fight, because they knew it might spoil the good thing they had going. The tension in the air was electrifying.
"I'll help you," Harry said to Stan.
"Help me what?" Stan asked coolly.
"Help you get Tom off the floor and onto the couch. He's obviously had a lot "to drink and doesn't know what's happening."
"No," Stan replied coldly. "I don't think he's had too much to drink. In fact, I don't think he's had anything to drink at all. I just think he's an ass-hole."
A roar of appreciative laughter met Stan's remark. The gathered Kocks and Kunts were enjoying every minute of this spectacle.
"Now wait a minute," Harry began, his teacher's instincts coming to the fore. He just couldn't stand the idea of a student calling a teacher an ass-hole out loud, even if he himself happened to agree with that opinion.
"Know something else?" Stan asked.
Before he realized the trap he was getting himself into, Harry innocently asked, "What?"
"I think you're an ass-hole too," Stan said.
Again, the gathered Kocks and Kunts roared with laughter.
Harry realized there was nothing he could do to save the situation for either himself or for Tom. Using the last ounce of self-control he could muster, he turned on his heel and walked away.
"Okay," Stan said, "maybe one of you guys can help me get this ass-hole off of this chick, and out the door."
Instantly, a dozen guys volunteered. Tom found himself literally being picked up by the wrists and ankles, and set out on the large double bed in the bedroom. As the students plopped him down on the mattress, he came to his senses, and realized what was happening. He looked about him in an increasing rage. There was Harry, sitting glumly in the armchair, staring at him.
"You just blew the whole thing."
"What whole thing?" Tom demanded in a surly tone.
"The only good thing we had going for us in this whole shitty high school, and in this whole shitty job, the Kocks and Kunts."
"You're full of shit," Tom said.
"Boy, do I ever wish I was full of shit," Harry said. "It could have been a lifelong freebee, Kunt City for us, but you had to go and blow it. You ass-hole."
Suddenly, Tom leapt up off the bed and threw a hard punch at Harry. Harry fell off the chair, a loud moan of pain ripping out of his throat. He suddenly knew that his worst suspicions were going to come true: They would both walk into school tomorrow with black eyes. But that realization didn't stop his burst of temper. It couldn't. Nothing could.
Clambering to his feet, Harry threw himself on top of Tom and began slamming the shit out of him, punching him in the face and stomach.
Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open. A dozen eager curious faces peered inside. It was all the Kocks and Kunts, watching the final humiliation of their high school teachers.
"I can't believe this," Mary said.
"Stan was right. They're both a bunch of ass-holes. It took us long enough to realize that," Penny said.
"It took Stan about five minutes to realize it," Mary said admiringly.
Then in that strange way that sometimes happens, a new leader emerged from the group, in a matter of seconds. Stan had suddenly taken over. All the Kocks knew it, and all the Kunts knew it, but paradoxically, none of them were jealous.
"Let's go back to the living room," said Stan, "and have a good time. We can leave these two teachers to themselves."
The ironic emphasis he put on the word "teachers" sealed Tom's and Harry's doom.
"This does it, kids," Mary said. "I say we kick them out."
Everybody turned to Stan, the new leader. He looked around slowly, realizing they were all waiting for him to make a pronouncement one way or another. "We'll wait until tomorrow. Then we can talk about it more reasonably, and take a vote. But now, we should all go back in the living room and get fucked!"
All the Kocks and Kunts laughed appreciatively, and returned to the living room, anxious for the fuck-fest that was sure to follow.
The first thing that met their eyes was Sally's nude inviting body. She had opened her eyes and was stretching out slowly, sensuously. Her every movement seemed to be an unconscious, instinctive invitation to fuck. Her huge melon-like tits rolled rupely over her chest, and the marvelous pink nipples stood up erect.
She twisted her body at the waist so that the fullness, the lushness of her hips was blatantly displayed. She looked like a marvelous jungle cat, ripe and overripe in body and sexuality, lolling about on the grass, waiting to get fucked.
And that's exactly what she felt like too, when she saw Stan re-enter the room, his tall six-foot figure towering over her.
Her eyes roved over his body with the speed of an expert, and an expert basket watcher at that. She picked out all the good points instantly, but that wasn't hard to do, since Stan was so blatantly beautiful, so blatantly sexual, that he practically had "Superstud" written on his forehead.
Sally's eyes ranged over his long, lean legs, taking in the infinite possibilities their graceful length suggested. They would fit well, she thought, very well, between her own full, voluptuous thighs. She saw his shoulders, and caught the subtle hint of strength that lay under their graceful rippling muscles. Her cunt began to quiver with desire. Her eyes riveted greedily on his crotch. When she saw the long, snake-like bulge there, she knew that she had to fuck the guy, right then and there, no matter what happened, even if it was against the rules, or whatever.
That thick, snake-like cock drew her, and drew her so hard, that she rolled over on her stomach to get a better look. The fucking prick is so, so, long, she thought to herself. That's how come it looks like a snake to me. It sort of winds in around from his crotch and twists up around his belly.
She had never in her life seen a hard-on like that, and she had seen some hard-ons! Stan caught her glance.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked.
Suddenly, Sally felt shy. She blushed prettily, not even realizing the ludicrousness of her situation. Here she was, blushing like a professional teenage virgin when she got caught basket-watching, when only minutes ago, the very same man whose bulging cock she was eyeing so greedily, had seen her go through incredible sexual acrobatics.
Stan had watched while she was being simultaneously cunt and butt-fucked by both Tom and Harry, while she was lolling on the floor lewdly, in full sight of the gathered Kocks and Kunts.
He began to laugh. He thought it was ridiculous, but he also found a certain appeal in it.
"Well," he repeated, "do you like what you see?"
"Yes," Sally whispered.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Mary shrilled. "Shit," she continued, turning to Stan, "you should have seen this cunt in action a few minutes before you walked in the door. This cunt has a dirty mouth on her, you can bet on that, and now, she's putting on a big sweet and shy act."
Obviously, Mary was still competing for position of top Kunt in the Kocks and Kunts. She realized that Stan was the leader now, and she was trying to win his favor by discrediting all the competition, especially Sally.
But it wasn't going to work. When Stan caught a sight of that voluptuous blonde body, writhing as it was under the obscene embraces of Tom and Harry, the teachers, his cock sent him an instant message. And that message was that this little blonde, this Sally, was the cunt for him, and could possibly turn out to be the queen of the Kocks and Kunts, if she played her cards right, and if she had a tight box and a skillful mouth.
Sally saw the desire in his eyes. "Come here," she said boldly, "Let me help you take your clothes off."
It was true, Stan noticed. He was the only person in the room who was not completely naked. Sally quickly stood up and began stripping off every inch of his clothes. As she pulled off his shirt and his pants, her hands lingered over every inch of his skin.
He felt good to her. He felt just right.
When she had taken all his clothes off, she lay back on the floor, and looked up at him. Stan towered over her for a second, then his cock gave a powerful jerk. It was a sign, he knew, and a sign he couldn't deny. He had to take his long, stiff and snake-like rammer and shove it into this girl, and he had to do it right now.
She hadn't even come, he remembered. Now, he would give her the full Stan treatment, right in front of all the other Kocks and Kunts, so that they could see what he could really do.
He lowered his body slowly over Sally's already pulsating flesh.
"How about a little cunt-lapping just for starters?" he asked.
"Oh sure," Sally giggled. "Anything you want."
"No, my dear," Stan replied. "Anything you want."
Sally made a cute little face, as if she were thinking it over.
"Yeah, I could go for a little cunt-lapping," she said.
Instantly, Stan's dark head was between her legs. Slowly, he gripped the soft, incredibly white flesh of her inner thighs with his powerful hands. He clutched it so that his fingers curled in slightly, pressing into the flesh just enough to give that delicious intimation, that ever so slight hint of pain.
Sally responded instantly. Even before his tongue hit her cunt, a loud moan of pleasure ripped out of her mouth. It was more than she could bear. The man had hardly touched her, and already, her cunt was drooling with desire for him, with desire for his piercing, penetrating thrust to the very core of her cunt.
Sally was so hot, and she had gotten so hot so fast, that she only scarcely realized how much, and how hard, she had fallen for Stan. If she suspected, she would have gotten worried, because she was interested in power. She was interested in sex too, naturally, but power was her game. The last thing in the world she wanted to be was a drooling little cunt, one of many, sitting at the feet of the big super cock.
But Stan was too much for her. She knew it the minute her cunt lips felt the touch of his mouth.
Slowly, surely, and with the skill that comes from long experience, Stan sucked in the outer lips of her cunt. When she felt her soft, blonde-haired outer flesh being pulled in between his lips, Sally's body was racked with spasms of lust. She writhed so fast, and so hard, that Stan had to hold down her thighs forcibly in order to get a good lick at her cunt.
When he finally managed to still her, he began to work over her cunt. First, his lips, which had already sucked in one of her outer cunt lips, began to apply a subtle, rhythmic pressure to the burning flap of sex flesh. Then, he increased his pace, until his mouth was squeezing open and shut over her cunt lips quickly, and in the familiar pace of pre-coital lust. Sally lay motionless, her body stiff with passion.
When Stan began to open his lips over her cunt meat, and sink his teeth into it, Sally broke out with a shrill high-pitched scream of lust.
"That hurts," she wailed.
Stan lifted his face up off of her cunt just long enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Ah, no," Sally said anxiously, obviously horrified by the very idea. The audience of Kocks and Kunts laughed uproariously at the contradictions of her passion.
Stan continued to nibble slowly on her cunt lips.
Suddenly, without warning, his mouth darted to a soft spot on her inner thigh. He planted a quick, sharp love bite there. Again, Sally shrieked and moaned with lust. The movement of her hips was so crazy, so possessed with pleasure, that her body was becoming unmanageable again.
Quickly, Stan sank his mouth into her cunt again, this time directly. Now, his entire mouth covered the whole area of her burning, dripping gash. It was easy for his lips to encompass the entire length and width of her cunt because she had the sort of remarkably small slit that usually went along with tight cunts and tiny, tantalizing boxes.
Of course, Stan had spotted that right away, and he knew there was nothing he enjoyed more than a fast and furious fucking into a tight, tiny box with a tightly muscled cunt ring. That hint of resistance served to arouse him beyond words, and the more aroused he got, the greater was the pleasure of his release.
Seeing the tiny blonde slit before him, Stan spared no pains to arouse the girl it belonged to, too. He wanted the explosion of mutual ecstasy that comes with perfectly timed, and perfectly staged orgasms.
He turned his attention on her erect, throbbing clit. Unlike the rest of her cunt, her clit was gigantic, red and erect. It was covered with a thick coat of love slime, so thick that Stan had to attack it with his teeth immediately, because his lips kept slipping and sliding over it, so he couldn't get the kind of grip necessary for a really good job of clit-nibbling.
When his teeth finally clutched Sally's huge, erect clit, he began to nibble on it furiously but gently. In the area of clit-nibbling, Stan knew only too well that gentleness was all, or rather, speed was all. It was important to nibble the clitoris with quick, almost frantic gestures, but to keep the touch, or rather, the pressure of the teeth, very light.
The female clitoris, he knew, was almost as sensitive as the male glans. Too hard a stimulation took away from the pleasure, and actually made pleasure impossible, because the sensation of pain was too great.
His clit-nibbling was driving Sally wild.
"Please stop," she begged.
He lifted his come-smeared lips off her cunt. "Why?" he asked. "Am I hurting you?"
"No," she gasped. "But I'm going to come in two seconds if you keep it up."
"So, what's wrong with that?" he asked, his finger beginning to sneak slowly towards her raging red wet clit.
"Nothing," she replied. "I just want to come with that big fat snake of yours shivering inside me. That's the way I want it to happen."
"It will," Stan said. "I'll make you want to come again and again. Don't worry. You can let yourself go this time, and you won't miss out on anything."
"Are you sure?" Sally gasped, her hips still twitching from the stimulation of his recent clit-nibbling.
"Sure I'm sure," Stan said. "Now lie back and relax and let a man do his job right."
The watching Kocks and Kunts giggled at what he said.
The Kunts appreciated a man who took Kunt-lapping seriously, as they all felt it should be taken. They all exchanged glances expressing their eagerness to get the same sort of treatment from Stan.
But Stan, even though he acted cool and suave, was actually very much taken by Sally, the young, golden-blonde cunt spread out, gaping and exposed at his face. For a moment, a surge of desire overwhelmed him, and he was tempted to simply pull himself on top of her, and press his hard, heavy body into her sensuous softness, and ram his gigantic snake-like rammer into her twat.
But he restrained himself, suppressing the churning passion of his semen in his balls. He wanted to get her hot, so that she was too hot to handle. Then, when she was completely out of control, he wanted to take her, fast and hard, and push her mercilessly over the brink of arousal and into the abyss of orgasm.
He turned his attention back to her slit. Now, instead of nibbling on her clit, as he was doing before, he made his tongue into a long hard projectile. He worked up a wad of saliva in his mouth and coated his tongue with it. Then, he ran his tongue over the entire length of her slit in long, slow, tantalizing pulls. He felt her cunt quiver in response. He tasted the sticky salt fluid of her love juice as it burst out between her cunt lips, and gurgled out over his tongue.
When her body spasmed, he knew she was ready, as ready as she would ever be. In an instant, Stan made up his mind.
With one powerful lunge of his large, graceful body, he drew himself on top of her. He pressed her down hard into the floor, so hard, that Sally squealed with pain. Yet her body began to quiver under him, and rearrange itself so that their limbs and trunks matched perfectly.
They lay together like that, his hard, heavy body on top of hers, for a few moments. Sally felt the weight of his chest pressing down on her huge, melon-like tits, squeezing them hard. She felt the delightful sensation of that pressure as a form of sexual arousal.
Her hard, erect nipples were cruelly bent to the side, and the soft flesh of her titties ached with glorious stimulation. She waited for him to ram his thick, snake-like stalk into her body, but he held back.
"Shove it in me," she begged. She wriggled her hips quickly, trying to encourage his penetration. But still, he held back.
"Take it slow," he mumbled. "That's the best way to do it, slow."
"Oh, but I'm going crazy," she wailed. "You're torturing me."
"It'll all be worth it, when I finally do push my glans past your tight little cunt ring. You'll see.
Sally erupted with a series of low, sexual moans. She tried to squeeze her hand between their bodies, and grab hold of his prick.
"I'll do it myself then," she gasped. "When I want to get fucked, I want to get fucked, and fast."
Try as she might, Sally couldn't do it. Their bodies were glued together with the force of their mutual lust, and his weight was too great for her to be able to penetrate the non-existent crevice between them.
"Ah-ah-ah," Stan said. "Let me handle this."
"You're not handling it," Sally whined. "That's the problem."
"Give me a chance," he muttered, "and stop being a ball-breaking cunt," Stan snarled.
Sally was intimidated by his response. She let her hands fall limp to her sides, but her hips, as though with a will of their own, began to move in the familiar, thrusting beat of sex.
She was hungry for him, hungry as a sex-starved cat in heat. And here he was, holding off, tantalizing her until she could literally hear her pussy yowling with desire.
Suddenly, without warning, Stan's body heaved up. His massive prick rose still more, and in an instant, it was pressing hard against the tangled mat of golden pubic hairs that covered her cunt.
Sally writhed with anticipation. She could feel the rock-hard head of the prick pressing against her delicate pussy lips. The trouble was, that the tangle of hairs, and the tangle of flesh flaps that covered her cunt, were blocking his thrust. His hard prick head continued its relentless, hungry onslaught, and it pressed the flesh of her cunt lips hard against the bones surrounding her cunt.
Sally writhed with pleasure at that hard, and unexpected pleasure. The way he was taking her was delicious. The hint of force, of violence, in his brand of sexuality excited her beyond words.
Quickly, she wriggled her hips, trying to situate them so that her cunt was more precisely angled towards his cock.
Still, his prick couldn't thrust into her. Suddenly Sally raised her legs. She wound her ankles over his back tightly, thus tilting her body, and giving his huge rammer easier access to her cunt opening. That was what she wanted.
It worked. With a sudden thrust of his hips, that held all the power of his body behind it, Stan rammed his whanger between her outer cunt lips. His prick head still couldn't feel the moisture of her pussy.
The throbbing glans hadn't reached the well of sex water that stood dammed up behind her ier cunt lips, waiting to explode.
When finally he pressed harder and penetrated the inner lips, his whole body spasmed with pleasure. Every inch of his glans was drowned, inundated, with the soft, hot wetness of her cunt juices. The glans exploded with the force of his restrained lust.
Now, his way was easy. The walls of her cunt canal were coated with love slime. His monstrous rammer plunged through her swiftly, relentlessly driving ahead until felt the soft, yet insistent resistance of the mouth of her womb.
He had penetrated her as far as he could. Sally's tight, shallow pussy could take in no more of his twelve-inch spear. Now, all the roots of his cock were still exposed, out in the cold, and with a good four inches of length still protruding out from her cunt.
Stan shoved harder and harder, but it was no use. The milking action of her tight, tiny pussy drove him wild. His huge throbbing sex wanted to penetrate her, and penetrate her completely. But it was impossible.
With each new thrust of his powerful rammer, Sally's squeals increased, until they had changed from squeals of pleasure to noises of pain.
Stan realized he would have to be satisfied with what he had. and couldn't try to pierce the girl's tight shallow pussy any farther. If he did, he would hurt her too much, and too badly. If there was anything he couldn't stand, it was the sight of his prick covered with blood.
That had happened to him many times, because it was almost inevitable. Stan had accepted the fact that there wasn't a cunt in the world that could really take in all of his manhood, in either. He knew it the minute he laid eyes on her, but still he wanted her, and he wanted her desperately.
He pumped into her, but more gently this time.
Now that sue felt the pain stopping, and the threat of pain going away, Sally let herself flow with the pulsing, unstoppable rhythm of his sexuality. As she let herself go more and more, her cunt responded in kind.
Automatically, it began to quiver and tremble in the familiar milking motion of coitus. Stan felt his cock being flooded with the hot wet juices of her love. He felt its entire pulsing length, now thickened and blood-engorged, being squeezed and milked delightfully. His whole body responded to that pressure, and he gasped loudly with lust.
"Oh, give it to me," Sally moaned.
"You can't handle any more," Stan muttered, again dreading the idea of really hurting her and making her bleed.
"Give me as much as you can, please," Sally begged. "This is better than anything I ever felt before."
She began to thrash wildly in the throes of lust, as Stan skillfully increased the speed of his pumping action, yet, did it without ramming more of his cock into her than she could safely handle.
"Oh, that's good," she moaned. "Just like that, fast, but not too deep."
Stan understood. But he didn't even have to understand mentally any more. Their bodies had met, and coupled. And in that coupling, they had understood each other in the best of all possible languages, cock and cunt language.
He pounded into her, and her hips thrust up to meet his prick. They quivered together, shaking crazily, until suddenly, Sally's cunt tensed. A shiver ran through her body, a shiver so powerful, and so sexual, that it took Stan over the brink of arousal and into the abyss of orgasm.
They stiffened simultaneously, then, suddenly shuddered. Their bodies pounded away to the incredible explosion of mutual climax.
The Kocks and Kunts watched, spellbound. The sheer animal magnetism of Sally's sexuality, and Stan's sexuality thrashing and climaxing together, hypnotized them with the force of its primitive lust. No one of them was even playing with him or herself. Not one of them was conscious of anything but the explosion of pure sex that was happening right before their eyes.