Chapter 9
In the wink of time it took Tommy to get out from between her legs, Toby took her first good look at Sam's cock. It was a deep, vivid red in color, from base to tip. And it was longer than Tommy's, and thicker, and just as hard. It was exactly what she needed. Right away. Right this second.
In a second, without another word from her or anybody else, Sam was mounted between her legs, and his stiff shaft slid in easily to take the place of Tommy's. It was bigger than Tommy's, but it still slid in easily. She gave it an exquisite little squeeze with her inner cunt-lips, by way of welcome.
Then her cunt was thrusting upwards again, hardly missing a stroke after Tommy's frantic fucking. She wondered, for a fleeting moment, if she was imagining things; Sam's cock even seemed to feel much bigger, in the swinging heaven of her cunt. It seemed to reach deeper, open the slippery walls of pleasure wider.
She gave Sam the fucking of his young lifetime, holding herself at a plateau of ecstasy, keeping herself away from the peak of her pleasure, sliding and thrusting and clutching and pumping the wet warm dream of her cunt around the rock-hard reality of his rigid, driving dork.
She didn't know, in her pumping, thrusting, controlled fuck-rhapsody, how much time went by, but all at once she was aware that Sam, too, was coming-pushing, straining, spurting into her gulping twat-depths. And she, herself, was at the trembling edge of orgasm. God. She wanted to call out, for Steve, for Kevin, for anyone with a hard cock, but she couldn't make a sound above a moan.
Then, miraculously, as she rolled her head sideways, casting about for an immediate answer to her too-immediate problem, a cock came sharply into focus, seeming to loom over her from the edge of the bed. In her frantic need, it looked beautifully, gorgeously enormous. The head was a deep violet in shade, the rigid broad shaft a seasoned brown, even on the tender, wrinkled, vulnerable underside. It looked as if it had been out in the sun all summer, carefully coated with Coppertone.
The lovely big prick grew out of the tall, redheaded boy, the one who looked older than the others.
"Are you ready for me?" Kevin asked, his face serious. She knew he had to be kidding. He couldn't have misread the frantic urgency of her thumping and groaning while Sam was coming. Where was Sam? He'd left the warm berth of her open thighs. In her desperation, she hadn't even noticed his withdrawal and departure.
"Don't put me on," she panted, weakly. "Fill my cunt with that big cock, Kevin. That big, hard, Kevin-cock. Fuck me the rest of the way to heaven."
He got to his knees between her open thighs, and lodged the head of his big tool at the grateful entrance of her roiled, hungrily clutching cunt. The head of it was the size and shape of a lemon, she thought, looking down. SunKist. Only the color and texture were different. And she'd never seen a lemon with a vertical slitted eye at the conical end of it.
She spread her legs wider, bracing her heels flat on the bed as she raised her knees, and lifted her cunt to welcome his entering thrust. He worked his joy-giving thick shaft into her greedy, deliriously slippery twat-tunnel slowly, an inch at a time, until her cunt was distended and full-feeling, his great satisfier of a cock all the way up, deep inside her. Toby could feel her inner pussy lips and cunt muscles squeezing and contracting spasmodically around the thick hard shaft. It was a trick she'd learned to thrill the boys when she'd started fucking in high school, but now she was doing it, or her cunt was doing it, just naturally, without her willing it. Love, she thought idiotically. Real love. Love of fucking, she knew. She vowed at that moment never to go so long without it again, as long as she could draw a breath. And her cunt could draw in a stiff cock.
Kevin withdrew the entire length of his shaft, slowly, until only the head remained within the clutch of her cunt-entrance, and held himself poised, the head just spreading the inner twat-mouth. Toby quivered, and tried to suppress it, but Kevin knew-he knew that she was at the very shuddering edge of orgasm.
He thrust his great cock forward then, in one deep plunge, to the hilt, and held it that way, stiff inside her, probing, filling her whole consciousness as well as her cunt with nothing but quivering, blinding sensation.
Then, uncontrollably, Toby was coming, writhing, squirming, thrusting her cunt thirstily upward, as if to engulf more of that big rigid shaft, moaning deep in her throat. Still Kevin held himself arched over her, letting her gorge herself on his iron, immobile cock.
As her spasms subsided, slowly, Toby became aware of Kevin watching her face, smiling faintly. His big thick cock, rock-hard and rigid in her weakly gulping cunt, was the beginning and end of her every sensation, the concentrated core of her being. He began to stir his hips slowly, grinding the hard base of his pelvic knoll against her wet, tender, matted mound.
"Now that you've gotten over all that girlish excitement, Toby," he said, grinning now, "why don't you relax a while and really enjoy it?"
And she was supposed to be the teacher, Toby thought, giving the boys a treat, and a lesson, at the same time. She had to smile, up into the face of the redheaded fucker arched over her.
She was in no mood and in no condition to take a dignified mental stance with him, anyway. She lay still, her thighs and cunt spread in open abandon, and felt his seemingly endless, wrist-thick shaft slide out of her twat's soft clutch, almost to the end, then slowly plunge back in, filling her once again with cock and contentment. Without her consciously willing the motion, she felt her hips starting to respond, slowly at first, raising almost imperceptibly to greet each long, deliberate fuck-stroke.
She had thought she was finished with all sensation for a while, but she felt the responding flesh-joy building inside her again, a much deeper, warmer, rounder, fuller pleasure, somehow, than the preceding delight. It reached to the roots, not just to the ends, of every responsive nerve inside her.
Without being conscious of it, she moved her legs to hook her heels inside Kevin's, giving her the leverage she needed to pursue the dedication she was so ideally formed for. Formed for fucking, she thought. Me. Toby. Toby the teacher. And never too old to learn. There was a lot more to fucking, after all, than meets the eye.
The exquisitely tuned and oiled machinery of her hips and cunt began to move in earnest then, superbly complementing the slow, deliberate, deliriously torturing shuttling of Kevin's own enormously accomplished tool.
They fucked slowly, sensuously, giving each other the ultimate in pleasure, with consummate care, for a long, long time, and Toby lost track of everything except the delicately demanding suck of her marvelously expert cunt around Kevin's in-sliding pole of smooth, slippery, hard cartilage and muscle.
Gradually, very gradually, in perfect accord, the rhythm of their fucking increased in tempo, and soon Toby heard herself gasping, unable to control the sounds issuing from her throat. She was only dimly aware of the gasping words that formed themselves on her writhing lips.
"Drive it deep, Kevin," she could hear herself saying. "Push that big cock deep in my cunt, all the way up to my throat. Fuck me hard, Kevin. Fuck me harder."
He drove his great shaft into her with renewed fury, faster, and deeper, it seemed to her, with every stroke. Then she was blind with sensation for a long moment, and knew, joyously, without regrets, that she had reached the point of no return.
He held his hard, stubborn prize of a cock very still, deep in the wet delirious flesh-trap of her cunt, as she writhed in her own private ecstasy, and then he came with her, pumping and squirting deep into her, bathing her silent, secret fires.