Chapter 4
Things were getting out of hand, Ashley told herself. Surely she should make some effort to straighten herself out before her career went down the tubes. She'd been fucked while at work, and now in her own home, by crude and brawny young men. And while it was true that they'd pretty much forced themselves on her to start with, she hadn't resisted enough. She'd gotten into the sex and enjoyed herself.
This had to stop. She couldn't go on allowing herself to be used in this way. Boys like Roger Conway talked, obviously, and if she didn't have a reputation around school by now she soon would have. Who knew how many young men might show up at her door, asking for a fuck or a blow-job? It was only a matter of time before the other teachers-or the principal-found out what was going on.
She decided to see Mr. Thomas, the boys' football coach. He was the only person the rougher young men seemed to have any respect for, and if she could let him know that she was being abused then maybe he could put a stop to it. She needed someone's help, that was for sure. On her own there was no telling what kind of trouble she might get herself into.
Besides, Mr. Thomas had always been nice to her. Just the other day, when she'd asked him about Roger Conway, he'd been only too happy to answer any of her questions. And he'd said for her to come to him if she ever had any problems. He was in his mid-thirties, and seemed a very responsible type.
Ashley waited till after classes then threaded her way through the various passages leading off the gym till she found Mr. Thomas' office. The door was open and the sound of a shower running was very distinct. She stepped inside and sat on a tattered couch to wait. She hoped he wouldn't mind her making herself at home in this very male-looking room.
Finally the shower stopped and there was the sound of very loud whistling from the small bathroom. Mr. Thomas burst through the door completely naked, his cock swinging in the wind. He was covered in speckles of water and dabbed at himself absently with a towel.
"Oh! Christ!" he smiled, holding the towel to his crotch. "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was here."
Ashley stood up, flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't been able to resist looking at his cock, and she couldn't get the image of it out of her mind. It was one of the biggest, thickest hunks of meat she had ever seen and it was still completely soft. What would it look like pumped full of blood?
"I've come at a bad time. You must think I'm awful," she murmured, glancing at the door, as if thinking she should leave.
Mr. Thomas didn't think she was awful at all. As a matter of fact, he thought she was beautiful. He'd always thought so, but now she was even more appealing, all embarrassed and confused like a silly teenager. He wanted to move over to her, to press his naked body to her, to feel her warmth. But instead he laughed the incident off and asked her to sit down and tell him what she wanted.
She thought the least he could do was put something on, a robe or something. But all he did was wrap the towel around his waist and prop his ass on the edge of his cluttered desk. She tried to tell him what she was concerned about, but it wasn't easy, with him sitting nearly naked not six feet away.
Finally she mentioned the three boys who had taken advantage of her and hoped he could fill in the gaps himself. But he wanted details. He didn't seem to understand what they had done to her. He thought maybe the boys had been rough around her or sworn at her or something.
"You don't understand. They forced me to have sex with them. They used me," she murmured, beginning to wonder if coming to see Mr. Thomas had been such a good idea after all.
"All three of them? How?" he asked her, shifting a little on the desk. As he sat staring at her in her tight white T-shirt and running shorts he noticed a distinct twitch in his cock beneath the soggy towel.
"Well ... the first one, Roger Conway, forced his way into my bathroom and made me get down on the floor."
"And then what? What did he do to you?"
"You know. Must I explain everything? He had sex with me." Ashley was flushing as she struggled to avoid certain words.
"And what about Webb, what did he do?" Thomas went on.
"He ... he put his thing in my mouth and made me suck it." There, she'd said it. How much more did he need to know?
"You sucked his cock?" Thomas breathed, staring at the soft red oval of her mouth. His own cock had begun to rise beneath the material of the towel, tenting it up comically.
"Yes. I . . . " Ashley broke off as she noticed the growing bulge in Thomas' crotch. No wonder he wanted more detail, she thought. He was enjoying hearing about her adventures!
"Tell me, did he . . . you know . . . come in your mouth?" Thomas asked, quite seriously, the bulge in his crotch growing larger by the second.
"What difference does that make?" Ashley-said. It was weird, but she couldn't take her eyes off the rising towel in his lap. "As a matter of fact he did, yes. He came in my mouth and he made me swallow his . . . you know, his stuff."
"His cum? You swallowed his cum?" Thomas asked. He stood up abruptly, his cock uncomfortable under his towel. It bulged out enormously and was too obvious for either of them to ignore.
"Yes, I . . . swallowed his cum," Ashley admitted, staring directly at his bulging towel. She couldn't take her eyes off it. His cock was making a large pyramid of the material.
Thomas clasped his hand over the ridiculous bulge, although it was far too late to hide it. As he did so the towel loosened itself from around his waist and he was left holding his cock and balls inside a handful of cloth that dangled down around his knees. He was standing less than three feet away from the mesmerized Ashley.
"And you didn't like it, when he forced you to suck his cock?" he wheezed. "You found it unpleasant?"
Ashley glared at his covered crotch. She found herself leaning forward off the couch, and though she was ashamed to admit it to herself, her mouth was watering. "I . . . actually kind of enjoyed it," she muttered softly.
Thomas took two steps toward her, till he was no more than a foot away from her. Then he removed his hand from his crotch and let the towel hang freely over the soaring pole of his cock. Both his cock and his balls were fully covered still by the towel. The strength of his hard-on held the towel in place.
"I liked it. Oh god, what's the matter with me? I liked sucking cock," Ashley muttered miserably. There was a catch in her voice, and she seemed about to burst into tears.
But instead of crying she leaned forward and mashed her face against the huge growth in his towel. She rubbed her face back and forth, forcing the cock to bend to the left and right against his lower belly. And then she grabbed the towel and flung it to one side, exposing his giant prick at last.
"Oh God, I can't help it. Oh God ..." she groaned, and she began planting soft wet kisses on his hard, hot cock. She dipped lower, kissed his balls and scraped her tongue over them warmly. Then she clutched the prick in her hand and forced it into her mouth with a loud groan.
Thomas smiled softly to himself. "Don't worry about it. It's very healthy to enjoy sucking cock. Don't feel guilty," he soothed, standing there quite passively while the confused girl plunged her mouth down on his aching cock.
She moaned, her lips halfway down the bloated shaft of his cock. She held his balls in one hand and had the other wrapped round the cock base. She pumped up and down with her fist while her mouth teased and sucked the top half of his prick, "In fact there's nothing about sex that you should feel ashamed of," he went on calmly, sweeping her hair up onto the top of her head so that he could see her bulging face clearly. "You should just learn to enjoy it. It's very healthy."
Ashley sucked hungrily on his swelling cock. It was growing still in her mouth, forcing her lips tighter around its bulk. Her slender fingers jacked up and down on its base. Her tongue was flicking along the cock's surface, tickling and teasing.
Maybe he was right, she thought. Maybe she should just stop worrying and enjoy all the action she was getting. She had to admit she loved cock. There was nothing quite as exciting for her as having her mouth full of it. But she couldn't stop feeling guilty.
"Even stuff that's a little unusual, you should get to enjoy," he added wisely. "Like getting fucked up the ass."
He paused to study her reaction, wondering if she'd object to the suggestion. She glanced up at him briefly but otherwise made no sign of protest. Her mouth was warped out of shape around the invading bulk of his prick and she couldn't have said anything anyway. She drove her face steadily up and down on his hard-on.
Thomas decided now would be as good a time as any. His wife would never let him try anything out of the ordinary with her, and this seemed like an ideal opportunity. Little Miss Twaites didn't seem to know her own mind at all, and if you talked right to her you could probably get her to do anything at all. He decided to give it a try.
"Ease up for a minute. Ease up," he murmured to her, and very gently he forced her up off his cock and slipped onto the couch with her, his prick sticking up in his lap like a reddened pole.
"What's the matter, don't you want me to suck you?" she pouted prettily, her hand still clutching to his bloated cock. "I'll suck you off all the way if you want me to. You can even come in my mouth."
"Mighty tempting, mighty tempting," he muttered. "But I'd like us to try some other things for a while. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
He was unzipping the side of her shorts, forcing his hand into her crotch. Immediately he felt the warm furry pelt of her cunt hair and the tight slit of her pussy. He slipped a finger up her cunt and began teasing her with it, twirling it around and around like a small cock.
"What are you doing? I . . . " she protested. But she didn't resist. She was completely passive in his hands and let him do as he wished. She groaned a little as his finger dipped inside her.
"Let's get these shorts off, shall we?" he croaked.
He was withdrawing his finger from her, urging her up on her knees on the tattered couch. He forced her down on all fours and pulled down her tight shorts and panties so her gorgeous trim little ass was thrust out at him invitingly. He'd never seen such perfectly shaped little ass cheeks.
"What are you going to do?" she wondered, lifting first one knee then the other as he hauled her shorts and panties off completely. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.
"You'll see. Don't be impatient," he teased, and he smoothed his hands down over the shapely globes of her ass and moaned softly to himself.
He clambered up behind her on the couch, and she felt the warm wet knob of his cocktip scrape against her thigh and then her ass. The prickhead was next planted against her cunt slice, and soon he had thrust forward and drilled four or five inches of hard cock into her pussy hole. He paused a second, withdrew a little then plunged in all the way, burying eight inches of stiff cock up Ashley's wet cunt.
He began to fuck her with slow, easy motions, letting her get the feel of his thick cock. And he leaned down over her and forced up her tight T-shirt till it was rolled up over her huge tits. He quickly unsnapped her lacy white bra and her tits rolled deliciously into the open. They hung down heavily below her and swung gently back and forth as he fed her his cock.
"Ohhhh ... it feels so . . . ohhh . . . nice," she muttered, clasping the arm of the couch tightly. "Your cock feels so good."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he smirked, and he gathered up the lovely swinging melons of her tits in his palms and squeezed them hard. They were heavy and ripe in his hands, and the nipples were very long and very hard.
"You're going so deep . . . ohhh ..." she moaned, bucking forward as he lunged into her. "It feels so good!"
He fucked her this way for several minutes, increasing his pace and fondling her tits at the same time. But then he was pulling back, sliding his cock out of her completely, lodging it in the lovely pale crack between her tight little asscheeks. He lifted up off her and began scooping slime up from her cunt into the tight pit of her asshole.
"What's the matter? What are you doing?" Ashley queried, twisting her head to gaze at him. "Aren't you going to fuck me any more?"
He grunted deeply. "I'm going to fuck you, all right. But up the asshole, baby. Up that sweet little ass of yours!"
Before she could reply he slotted his shiny wet cockhead against the small puckered circle of her asshole. Then he was pressing forward, trying to screw his thick cock into her tight shit-chute. She sagged forward under his weight and he had to hold her hips and haul her back onto his thrusting dick.
"Shove yourself back against me!" he yelled at her. "Come on baby, I'm too far gone to stop now. I'm going to fuck you up your sweet little ass if it kills me."
Ashley moaned. "It'll never go! Your cock's too big! Ohhhhh ..." she croaked. His cock was like a heavy weight boring against her tiny asshole. She tried her best to stay up on her hands and knees, but it wasn't easy.
But finally his bloated cockhead twisted open her tight little asshole. The puckered opening widened, spreading itself taut around the hard cocktip. At last the purple mushroom-shaped head of his cock was inside her, throbbing like crazy. He bulled forward, and two inches of solid cockshaft slid into her shit-chute.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, biting her bottom lip. "It's so big! Your cock's so fucking big!" Her knuckles turned white as she clasped the arm of the ragged couch.
"It's going! My cock's going up your ass!" he gloated, and as he watched another two or three inches bulled inside her. Her pretty asscheeks were warping around the invading bulk of his huge prick.
"Ohhh God! Ohhh God!" she croaked, closing her eyes tight. Her ass felt numb.
"It's going all the way! My cock's going all the way up that sweet little ass of yours!" Thomas leered. He had his hands on her waist now, confident she could take the rest of his huge hard-on without caving in. He watched the final two inches of cock disappear into Ashley's taut asshole.
And then he began fucking her, lunging his thick prick in and out of her with steady, deep thrusts. Her asshole was tighter than any cunt, and in seconds the feel of her sucking ass on his cock was driving him crazy. He tried not to hump her too fast or this would end too soon. So he kept up a light chatter to keep his mind occupied.
"So you didn't do this with any of the boys, huh?" he wheezed, burying his cock to the balls up her asshole. "None of the boys showed you this little trick?"
"No ... Oh God, no ... " she moaned, her body swinging forward each time he rammed into her. "I'd no idea this could be done. Ohhhh ... I'd no idea!"
She could barely believe it, but she actually started to enjoy herself. Having nine inches of cock up her ass was a very strange feeling. But it was far from unpleasant and there was something so dirty, so kinky about it: She flushed deeply at her horny thoughts.
God, what was happening to her? She'd come here to ask Mr. Thomas for advice, determined to try to put a stop to all the weird sex she'd been having. But instead here she was bare-ass naked on Mr. Thomas' couch, nine inches of hard cock up her ass. What was the matter with her?
She didn't seem to have any resistance, that was the thing. All some guy had to do was come on to her, flash her his cock, and she was a goner. She must be the easiest lay in the entire school, even easier than many of the stupid young girls.
"I can't hold back. I'm going to come up your ass," Thomas muttered suddenly, his voice hoarse. "Fuck, you've got a great little ass. You're as tight as a teenager."
"Yes, do it," she found herself muttering, her tits swinging in the breeze. "Come up my ass! Fuck me deep up the ass and shoot all your hot jism off! Oh yeah!"
Thomas pumped his cock in and out of the tight sheath of her asshole, boring it in to the balls then withdrawing till only his swollen cockhead remained in her rear channel. And suddenly his balls were twitching and thick knots of hot cum were belching from his split cocktip. Steaming jism was firing off up Ashley's asshole.
"Like that! Yes! Pump my ass full of cum! Oh yes!" she moaned, turning her head to look at him. "Fuck my asshole! Shoot me full of cum! Oh yeah!"
A huge sizzling wad of spunk shot off up her asshole. She could feel the hot liquid firing off inside her and she thrust back her ass onto his spitting cock urging him to spurt off more and more steaming spunk. It was such a strange and wonderful feeling.
"Coming up your ass, coming up your ass, Miss Twaites," he muttered over and over again, in a trance.
Until he pulled back a little too far and his cock slid from her winking asshole and lodged itself between the tight spheres of her perfect asscheeks. He humped forward, too far gone to put his cock back in. A giant streamer of silver cum arched up into the air and splattered down across her brown and lovely back.
The line of spunk ran all the way up her spine between her shoulder blades, like a stripe painted up the center of a roadway. It hooked itself into her hair, where it glittered. A thick pearl of white hung off a pretty strand of her blonde hair.
"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh shit!" he grunted, and another jet of cum shot off over the small of her back and splashed up her left shoulder blade.
He eased back far enough to try to stick his spurting cock back inside her but he couldn't quite do it, and the rest of his cum spat out directly onto her upturned asshole and split cunt. Strings of white shot onto her gaping asshole and filled it completely while thick dribbles of silver ran down over the hair-lined greasy slabs of her inverted cunt and hung off her cunt hair.
"Put it back inside me! Fuck me up the ass! Shoot me full of cum!" she groaned, and she groped behind her with her hand in search of his spurting prick.
But he gripped it himself and instead of plugging it back into her asshole he simply milked out the dregs of his spunk and watched it drip down onto her soiled and soggy cunt slice. He was fascinated at the way her gaping cunt was draped with thick ropes of silver jism. He watched the cum roll down her inner thighs.
And finally, when he had no more cum left, he began slapping his heavy cock back and forth across her asscheeks, smearing them with thick wads of spunk. The cock thwacked heavily against her lovely ass and thick ropes of white cum dripped down over her ragged pink cunt lips.
Ashley peered behind her, wondering if he was about to shove his cock back in her. While she was waiting she dropped her head onto her hands and closed her eyes, a slight smile hinting at the corners of her pretty mouth.