Chapter 4
School days, school days, dear old nine-inch tool days.
The days went by quickly at the good old Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies, and every day was an exciting one. Stella had not needed an assistant as much as she'd claimed she did, so I really didn't have very much work to do; in fact most of my work day was taken up by the fine art of looking busier than I actually was.
One, two, or even three times a day Stella and I always found time for a little get-together. And when Stella was too busy to accomodate me I found out that Felicia and Cynthia were more than willing to do it for her.
Yes, life was a ball, or a series of balls!
I still hadn't made it with Alice and Marilyn yet, although heaven knows they wanted me to. Every time I passed them on the campus they were always whispering at me and pointing towards the bushes or the gardening shed. But I had to remember I had a dozen or so opportunities to fool around with them but I didn't want to take them up on it. Not yet, at any rate. Besides, I knew that the more they begged for my cock the better it would taste when I finally gave it to them. If I got my rocks off with them every time they asked me to they might get some crazy idea that they were the ones in charge of the situation, not me.
So the days went by, as I said, and now it was Friday afternoon. I was lugging a crate of supplies over to Stella's classroom when from behind me I heard some one shouting my name. I turned around to see Alice and Marilyn coming towards me.
"I guess you know what day this is," Marilyn told me as I walked over to them.
"Of course," I answered. "It's Friday. But not Friday night. You told me that the big black-tie affair at Cock Rock was Friday night, so Friday night it is. Until then, not one single drop of sperm for either one of you."
Alice looked as though she were about to cry, but I knew that it was just an act. "Please, Rodge," she begged. "Just a little bit now, sort of to tide us over until tonight. Please?"
"No," I said firmly. "If you just sit tight and keep your panties on until tonight then when you finally get a crack at me you'll find out I was well worth waiting for. So you'll just have to wait. Besides," I added, deciding to stimulate their curiosity, "that little whoopty-doo at Cock Rock tonight is going to be even better than you thought it would be."
Marilyn was looking slightly suspicious. "What makes you say that?" she wanted to know.
"I'm not going to tell you." I grinned. "But take my word for it, when it comes you'll be glad you waited for it." And then I turned and walked away. I really felt strange turning down pussy that less than a month ago I would have given my right ball for, but I knew that I had to keep things so that I, and not the schoolgirls, decided if and when I would fuck them. In Stella's case it was different, though: I'd screw that cunt of hers any time she asked me to. What a girl!
I took the crate of supplies and dumped it unceremoniously on Stella's desk in her classroom. On the blackboard she'd drawn, for her botany students, a rather revealing description of how the male flowers fertilized the females. I couldn't help noticing the resemblance between the flowers' dongers and my own cock.
The door opened and Stella came into the classroom. "Well, baby," I told her, "here's the stuff you wanted."
"All the stuff I ever want and could ever need, too! Thanks, lover." And with that she kissed me on the mouth. "Is everything set for tonight?"
"All set on my end," I told her. "How's things in your department?"
"Perfect," she assured me. "I've got all the equipment ready for those two unsuspecting little schoolgirls. They're going to have quite a night in just a few hours."
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "It's a good thing you didn't give them any homework," I pointed out, "because after tonight they won't be able to sit down to right it. They may not be able to stand up, either." I shoved a pair of cigarettes into my mouth, lit them and then passed one over to Stella.
She sucked on it hungrily. "Now here's the battle plan," she told me. 'Tonight you meet Alice and Marilyn as planned. You let them show you the way to Lonesome Rock." She giggled. "I mean Cock Rock. As soon as you three sneak off the campus I'll be following you with the...toy chest.". She jerked her beautiful head towards the cupboard in the corner where she was keeping the suitcase full of sexual paraphernalia.
I blew out cigarette smoke. "There's an awful lot of equipment in that suitcase," I reminded her, "are you sure that you can carry it okay? You might have to go climbing up one of the local mountains."
Stella stuck out her tongue. "Don't get macho with me," she said. "I'm just as strong as you are and you know it damned well. I believe I gave you ample proof of that the other night."
"You sure did," I said, rubbing my still-throbbing cock. If the muscles in Stella's arms were as strong as the ones in her twat, not only could she carry that suitcase up the side of a mountain with one hand, but she could carry me up it too.
"Fine," said Stella. "Anyway, to continue: after they lure you to their little den of iniquity I'll be following with the playthings. Try not to walk too fast because I don't want to lose sight of you. After all, I still don't know where this famous Cock Rock actually is."
"That's no problem," I reminded her, "if you can't find it just look for three trails of scum-juice, and you will know that Alice and Marilyn and I are whooping it up right near by."
"Fine," she repeated. "Now, once you three get there, talk them into getting their clothes off right away, so that they'll be all ready for us when I get there. But don't take your own clothes off; it'll be much more embarrassing for them if we make them run around naked while we have all our clothes on. Remember, we want to really embarrass them and humiliate them. Humiliation and degradation, when used properly, can be quite useful in a sexual encounter."
What a strange broad!
I nodded. "Yes, teacher. Do you want me to take notes?"
She threw an eraser at me. "It shouldn't take me too long to follow you there, Roger," she continued, "but you may have to stall them a little bit anyway."
"Don't worry," I told her. 'Take my word for it: this is going to be one night that we'll remember for years to come. And Alice and Marilyn won't forget it for quite some time, either."
She looked at her wristwatch. "It's four o'clock. I figure you'll go meet our victims at six. That leaves two hours." She leaned over and squeezed my dick. "What can we do in two hours?"
"Two fucks, teacher. Do I get an A on my report card?"
I kissed her, and then she went to lock the door and pull down the shades. "You see that drawing on the board?" she wanted to know. 'The male flower fucking the female?"
I nodded. "Of course I see it. How could I miss it? Well, why bring up botany when I want to deflower you?"
She threw another eraser, then winked at me. "I've got an idea that drawing isn't completely accurate," she told me. "So how about you and I do a little research on pollination?"
"I'm ready when you are." I reached under her short skirt and hunted around for her panties. Then I found them and yanked them off, leaving her big juicy golden-haired twat to stare me in the face. I pushed her down onto her desk at the front of the classroom and unveiled my cocker in all its glory. Stella had already seen my prickel many, many times, but even so she couldn't help gasping in astonishment every time she saw it. Well, she was seeing it now, all right; she had a ringside seat. I grabbed her beautiful knees and pushed them apart, then I lifted her skirt and drove my tool up, up and into her. Every inch it went was another moan of delicious delight from Stella. She wanted this meat inside her, she wanted to have it, to caress it, to make love to it. She had to lay it.
And then I was pumping, churning up a maelstrom of sexual delight within the chasm between Stella's legs, filling her with ever more mounting desire. With every passing moment her longing for my red-hot cock got bigger and bigger. She longed for it, she yearned for it, she hungered for it, she thirsted for it. She wanted everything I had, and not even that would be enough. She wanted it all, and then she wanted even more. Her sexual appetite would never be satisfied, not by me or by a dozen men.
More and more she wanted, and more and more I was giving it to her. She gasped and moaned with unfathomable passion as I sent my meat ramming into her again and again, sending bolts of electricity reverberating through both our bodies. Don't stop! Fuck me until we both drop dead on the spot, and they'll have to dump us in the same grave! And even then we'll keep on fucking! Screw me harder! Screw me harder! I want it! I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
I could tell that she was in the mood for sex. So I let her have it. More of it, more of it, twenty thousand kilowatts shooting around inside us. A whole Fourth of July fireworks display was bouncing around inside my pelvis, and I was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Stella wrapped her strong arms around my neck and brought my mouth close to hers. And then we were both kissing like mad, both tonguing each other's mouths and throats and tongues, filling each other with our own oral lust. More of it, more of it all the time.
We began to pick up speed now, and Stella's twat was boiling hot. My ass shot up and down faster and faster as I pumped harder and harder. An instant later her hips were vibrating, and she creamed. A quart of golden yellow vagina-juice was barreling its way up through her body to massage my prick, to make love to it like it had never been made love to before.
And then I could feel a shiver going through my whole body as I reached that wonderful thing called an orgasm, which every man and woman dreams of experiencing, but only the lucky few ever get to know first hand. And the two of us writhed in harmony with each other, spewing out our creamy smooth love-juices to mix and mingle with our hot flesh. More of it, more of it, more of it.
"AHH...AHHH...AH-H-H-H!" With one last gasp of passionate lust we tumbled into that warm sea of red pleasure that comes right after the sexual climax. And then we were both drifting away into Paradise. Stella and I together, forever. It was beautiful.
We were done. I gave her one last kiss, and then I stuffed my manhood back into its cozy little nest in my Levis, to save it for another day. Stella sat upright, still shivering pleasantly from our love-making, and straightened her clothes, reaching down to pull her panties back up her legs and over her twat. I realized how lucky those panties must be, to spend so much time wrapped around Stella's lovely ass and vagina.
Finally we both stood up, and locked in one more passionate embrace. 'That was fantastic," I told Stella, and she could see that I meant it. A new bulge in my groin confirmed it!
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied. "But now we've got to get ready for our little adventure tonight, out at Cock Rock."
Ah, yes. Cock Rock. How could I have forgotten so soon. Well, I knew that once this night was over it would be something that I'd remember for years to come. And so would Stella. And so, for that matter, would Alice and Marilyn.
The minutes went by quickly enough, and soon it was dark outside, time for me to meet my two young schoolgirl friends. I pulled on my jacket and walked out of the school building towards my sleeping quarters.
I didn't have to wait long for them to make the first move. After I'd walked less than fifteen yards there was a rustling in the bushes, and two female forms jumped out to greet me. I didn't have to guess who they were; one girl had orange hair that was almost two feet long and the other chick had tits of two different sizes.
"Hi, Roger," said Marilyn in the darkness, whispering sexily because she knew that noises carry farther at night, and she didn't want anybody to overhear us and interrupt our night of relaxation. "Glad you could make it. Are you ready, willing and able?"
"You bet your ass I am," I told her, reaching around behind her and giving her posterior a friendly squeeze. "We're gonna have some good times tonight."
"Damn right," added Alice, giggling girlishly. "Good old Cock Rock will never be the same."
She and Marilyn each took me by one hand. "Come on, baby," Marilyn pleaded. "We've been waiting for this all week, and we just can't wait any more. Let's get going."
Alice stood on tiptoe to kiss me lightly on one unshaven cheek. "We've got the cave all stocked up with plenty of beer and wine and whisky, and there's even a bottle of Sangria.
Not to mention two or three pounds of Mexican wacky weed."
I let the two eager young girls lead me breathlessly into the bushes towards the fence that marked the boundary of the campus. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Stella following us at a respectful distance, a brown suitcase tucked under one arm. I knew what was in that suitcase.
We got to the fence at the edge of the campus, and I held the barbed wire apart so that the two chicks could get through it. I grinned in the darkness as I imagined what Old Ugly Watson's face would look like if she knew that her prize gardener was helping two of the students to go "over the wall". And I couldn't even begin to imagine what she'd look like if she knew what we were going to do once we were on the other side.
As for myself, my mind and cock were racing.
Marilyn and Alice were outside the campus now, and I was about to follow them. But before I did I kicked over one of the supports to the fence so that several feet of it collapsed and Stella would be able to walk through it easily. In the darkness I turned and hissed to Stella. "Watch out for the barbed wire." I could see her nod and flash an "okay" symbol, so I turned and followed my young companions down the moonlit trail to this mysterious Cock Rock that I'd heard so much about.
As soon as I fell into step behind them Alice stopped. "Wait a minute," she said to Marilyn and me. "I heard a twig snap. Is somebody following us?"
"I doubt it," I said quickly. "But even if they are, who cares?"
"I care," said Marilyn firmly. "The more girls that come with us the less of you there is for me and Alice. And we want you all to ourselves."
"Well, that noise was probably just your imagination," I assured her. "Or maybe it was a squirrel or something. Don't worry about it. I'm in just as big a hurry to get to where we're going as you are."
That seemed to satisfy them, and the two girls turned and continued walking towards their destination, with me in tow. After a few more minutes we came to the side of a stone-faced cliff, and it took both feet and both hands to work our way up it. I began to wonder if Stella, who was weighted down with the suitcase, was going to be able to make it. But then I remembered how strong she was and I realized I should have known better. But I couldn't help wondering how these two schoolgirls and their friends had managed to haul the booze and pot that they'd mentioned up the side of the cliff, which was as high as a short mountain.
By this time the climbing was so difficult that I couldn't afford to wonder about anything at all; it took everything I had just to keep on climbing. Alice and Marilyn were right above me, and in the dim light of the half-moon I could make out the full moons of their twin little asses. Neither one of them had panties on, I noticed. Well, when Stella and I got through with them they might not be able to wear panties. Or anything else, for that matter.
After a few more minutes of agony the side of the cliff began to level off a little, and I could climb without using my hands. This Indian cave was so out of the way that I couldn't figure out how these girls had happened to discover it in the first place. I sneaked a look behind me and saw that Stella was still following us, but farther away then she ought to have been. I'd have to stall these two chicks as much as I could, and then some.
A pleasant, if not simple, task.
The more I climbed the more I realized how accurate the name "Cock Rock" really was. This massive monolith stood straight up out of the surrounding flatlands, pointing up for at least a mile to form one huge, cylindrical shaft that stretched far up into the heavens. Down at the base of the thing was a ring of trees that from a distance had a strong resemblance to pubic hair, and off in the distance I could see two foot hills that looked a lot like a pair of balls. The whole thing reached upwards, the biggest phallus known to man or beast, reaching up to fuck the clouds. I was amused to notice that the gigantic penis I was climbing wasn't circumcised. Well, Mother Nature can't think of everything.
By now we had come to the flatness that was the top of Cock Rock, and right in the middle of the shaft was a circular sinkhole that made the resemblance to a prick even stranger. If this had been a real cock, that big hole would have been where the cream came out. I realized that if that sinkhole had a geyser, this place would attract tourists from all over the country just to see this King Kong Dong in action.
"Here we are," Alice told me, no longer bothering to whisper because she figured that nobody else was around. I sneaked a look back down the shaft of the huge granite prick to see how Stella was doing, and was dismayed to see she'd fallen behind farther than ever. Well, I knew she'd catch up pretty soon. Until then, I'd just have to play things by ear.
Alice jumped into the hole that was to be our love nest for the night, and I heard some mysterious scratching sounds in the inky blackness below me at the bottom of the hole. Then a match flared, and a flame leaped into life as she lit a propane lantern. In the circular beacon of light that it sent out I could see a section of the bare stone floor. I could also see one of Alice's arms and both her tits. And very nice they looked, too.
"Jump," she yelled up to me, and I jumped. The stone floor was farther down then I'd thought, but except for a stab of pain in one foot that went away instantly I landed unhurt. Then Marilyn jumped, and in the globe of light from the lantern I could see her skirt balloon out from her body as she fell, leaving her pantieless twat and ass for all the world to see.
Then an awful thought struck me. "That's at least a fifteen foot drop," I told the girls. "Now that we're down here, how do we get back up?"
"We don't," grinned Marilyn, and I almost had a heart attack. For a moment I considered shouting up to Stella to forget about the suitcase and throw us a rope. But then Alice spoke.
"She's just playing with you, Roger." "And these are just the preliminaries!"
"Don't listen to her, Roger," she reassured me. "There's a ladder over in the corner. But it's an old school custom that everyone who comes here for the first time has to jump down. When Marilyn and I got this place ready for tonight, she climbed out on the ladder, then I put the ladder in the corner and climbed up with a rope. We've got every angle of this thing figured out."
That's what you think, girls, I said to myself. Wait until you find out what Stella and I have for you. It's a really big surprise.
Just then there was a scrabbling noise at the mouth of the hole above my head, and I jumped out of the way as Stella plunged down to the floor below. She made a perfect landing; she'd used the bottom of the suitcase to help her stabilize when she hit the ground.
Both girls were shocked. "What's going on here?" Alice shouted.
Marilyn let out a gasp. "It's Miss Hunnicutt! Now we'll catch it for sure!"
"Damn right you'll catch it," I said quietly. "You see that suitcase she's got? Well, it's full of nice little surprises for you two girls. Whips and chains and dildos and enema bags and things you probably never even heard of. And we brought them all for you." I grinned in the light from the lantern. "You girls thought you were gonna have a real hot time tonight. Well, you'll have one all right, but it's gonna be even hotter than you thought it would be. By the time we get through with you chicks you're gonna have bleeding assholes and lacerated twats.
Marilyn looked like she was getting scared. "Oh God, Alice!" she shrieked to her companion. "These two are on an S & M trip!"
"You guessed it, chick," Stella told her. "Boy, are you two in for a surprise."
"That's what you think," said Alice coolly, raising the hissing gas lamp and shining it right in my face. "YOU two are the ones who are in for the surprise." Suddenly she gave a shout. "NOW, BOYS!"
The whole cavern was swamped with blinding light as half a dozen battery-operated lanterns went on at once. Stella and I looked around and were surprised to see six men in motorcycle outfits and chains, all of them looking as mean as hell.
"These are friends of ours", Alice was saying. "Marilyn and I invited them over tonight to see whether or not they could outfuck the great Roger Masterson. We figured the six of them and you would be as much as the two of us could handle, but we hadn't counted on you bringing an extra girl along."
The six men, all of whom were about twenty or twenty-two years old, and all with bulging muscles popping out of their black leather and Levis, came slowly towards us. The one in the lead, who was obviously the boss man, had a big ugly scar on his big ugly face, that ran from directly under his left eye across his nose and lips and down the right side of his chin. The lower half of his face was a jungle of beard stubble, and that gleaming white scar looked like a path through the wilderness.
'This here is Scar," Marilyn informed Stella and me, and we didn't have to ask how he'd gotten the name. "When you and Stella told us about your S & M proclivities we could hardly keep from laughing. You see, Scar and his buddies here happen to be old S & M freaks from way back, and I'll bet they could teach you a trick or two that would make your eyes pop out of your head."
Just then Scar gave an animalistic grunt. "I want that women," he muttered, pointing right at Stella's big juicy tits. "I want that woman and I want her NOW!" With a snarl of savage lust he leaped forward and pressed her body tightly against his own. I stepped forward to try to change his mind for him, but like lightning two more of the leather boys jumped out of the shadows and restrained me, pinioning my arms tightly and painfully behind my back. There was nothing I could do but watch helplessly as Scar and his cohorts forced their pleasures upon Stella's captive flesh.
Smiling evilly, Scar pushed Stella up against the stone wall of the cave. With two savage strokes, he seized her blouse and skirt in his hands and tugged them off her body, ripping them to shreds. Then he divested her of her stockings and shoes, and she had nothing on now but a bra and a garter belt. I was surprised to see that Stella was crying; I thought she was made of sterner stuff than that. If she was crying now what would she be doing an hour from now. Bleeding, probably, or even dying. And I knew that when they were done with her it would be my turn next. Scar and two of his pals picked Stella up brutally and dragged her, kicking and screaming towards a huge oaken table on one side of the cavern. Obviously Alice and Marilyn had gone to a lot of trouble to welcome us. They must have brought that table in here a stick at a time, because it looked too big to go through the hole in one piece.
The screams from the other side increased now as by now Stella, clad only in her underwear, was pushed onto the table and made to lie face downwards. Scar grabbed one of her arms and twisted it savagely, and she whimpered in anguish. I tried to step forward to help her, but Scar's buddies who were holding onto me changed my mind for me pretty fast. One of them, who seemed to have a glass eye, pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, and when he pressed the button the blade gleamed ominously in the lantern light: I knew that it was hopeless to argue, I had to watch them perform their atrocities on Stella, knowing that when the boys were through with her Alice and Marilyn would probably start right in on me.
Scar went over to Stella's suitcase and looked at me with a cruel smile on his bloated lips. "It was real nice o' you two to bring this equipment with you, boy," he told me. "Real nice. I jus' know it's gonna come in handy by the time tonight is over." I gulped. These goons obviously knew what they were doing, and I didn't dare to even imagine what fiendish uses they'd find for the objects of restraint in Stella's bag.
Suddenly he tossed the suitcase into the air and dealt it a kung fu kick, splitting the wood wide apart and showering the floor of the cavern with leather, rubber and steel. He paused to take a look at all the goodies around him and then he smiled at me again, smiled at me in a way I didn't like at all.
Stella moaned again, louder than before, and I looked to see what they were doing to her. One of the leather boys had propped a beer keg under her pelvis, and now they turned her over face up so that the huge cylindrical thing was under her ass. One of the men reached into a bloodstained burlap sack and pulled out some long steel chains with shackles on the ends, and they attached these to Stella's wrists and ankles, drawing the other ends tightly around the four legs of the table. Stella screamed inhumanly as her spine bent over backwards, arching across the cold keg, and thrusting her stomach and tits high into the air. I could see that the inside of the shackles were ringed with little points of metal, and dozens of tiny streams of blood were beginning to well up at Stella's wrists and ankles. Somehow I knew that there would be more blood to come, much more.
The leather boy with the glass eye was holding his switchblade right under my chin, forcing its sharp point into my skin but not quite pushing it far enough to break the skin and make me bleed. I had to hold my head absolutely still if I didn't want to have my jugular vein sliced free of charge,
"Okay," announced Scar coldly as he saw that the human sacrifice had prepared. "And now's the time for the fun to begin."