Chapter 3
"You're not serious!" Randy Hunsucker almost shouted.
"I m always serious, boy," Dick Wilson retorted. They were both drying off from their shower after phys ed class. The locker room was alive with the smells of sweat and soap and Right Guard aerosol deodorant.
"You're bullshitting "Randy said.
"Nope."
"Aw shit! Right there in the locker ? "
"Yep."
"Nah!"
Dick nodded.
Randy slammed his fist into the metal door. "I fucking don't believe it."
"You might as well, boy. It happened, just like I said it did."
"No ... right in the lockers?"
"You're repeating yourself Randy."
"I just fucking don't believe it."
"She did it. Pulled up her dress, pulled the sweet frillies aside and slipped me right in."
"Damn."
Randy looked at Dick in silent awe. "That whore.""
"Nah. She ain't no whore."
"The hell she ain't."
"Whore ll charge you for it. She does it free. She s just a slut."
"Oh yeah ... right. "
Randy slipped into his jockey shorts, pulled his jeans on and turned to the mirror to comb his hair.
"Damn ... pussy in the middle of the day! That's one that cunt owes me. All I could get her to do this morning was blow me."
"You're kidding!? You mean she gave you a blow-job today?"
"Yep. Me and Nonley."
"Yech! I think I kissed her." Randy laughed. "Yeah. Well ... how'd you like it."
"I'm gonna puke."
"That's not a bad idea. Just don't get any on my shoes all right."
"Asshole."
"Fuckstick."
"Shitball"
"Bite it."
"Up yours."
"Screw you ... oh hey, you do your algebra homework?"
"Yeah ... what s it to you?"
"I want to copy it, for Christ's sake! Quit being difficult!"
Polly's head was reeling. She was almost afraid to let her mind settle on the images that hovered in the space about her like a swarm of mosquitoes.
Ropes....
Chains....
Leather straps....
Straps used for other things ... Straps like the strap her mother used to use on her....
Straps biting into her skin....
Straps wrapped tightly about her wrists....
Harsh straps....
Tight ropes.
Digging into her flesh....
"You all right Polly?"
She jumped at the echoed sound of the girl's voice.
They were in the rest room outside the Home Ec kitchen, a high ceilinged, tile-walled room that bounced words back and forth for long seconds after they were spoken.
It was June Taylor. Polly hadn't even heard her come in.
"Polly," the girl said again. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah...." said Polly, embarrassed. She'd been standing in front of the mirror and hadn't even been aware of anything at all ... just standing there, thinking ... fantasizing.
"You SURE you're all right?"
"Yeah, sure. Sure. I'm just feeling a little sick, that's all."
"Well come on I'll take you to the clinic," said June ever the mother ever-ready to help.
"No. Please. I'm just going to stay here for a moment. Splash a little water over my face ... I'll be all right."
June gave her a skeptical look, tended to her business and then walked back out casting another dubious glance in Polly's direction.
"I'll tell Miss Wembley that you're not feeling well and that you'll be a little late for class."
"June," said Polly, annoyed now "just be nice and don't try to help. I don't need any help ... all right?"
"Sure. Sure "
The girl was miffed. Polly could tell. No matter.
She could handle June later.
Right now ... right now ... there were other things to tend to.
She moved toward one of the stalls, closed the latch behind her and stared down at the toilet seat.
She had never done what she was about to do., not at school, at any rate.
But there was nothing she could do to avoid it ... not now.
She wasn't sure what was happening, but the thoughts that were racing through her mind were too intense for her to ignore.
She'd missed the entire lecture in Miss Perkins' English class last period. Nothing had made sense. Nothing at all.
And she knew what the trouble was. She was still thinking about Mr. Randall ... about that magazine she'd seen in the drawer ... and about the red marks she'd seen on Miss P. during home room. When Polly had gone back to Miss Perkins' class later that day for English, her teacher had put a sweater on, even though Mr. Svensen seemed to have the heat turned up high ... so high, she'd almost think that the man wasn't even paying any attention to the thermostat.
But Miss Perkins had kept her sweater on all period long ... and when she'd walked past Polly's desk, the woman had steadfastly refused to look her in the eye.
She'd acted almost nervous.
Almost ashamed.
Guilty.
Polly knew what that meant. There was no doubt in her mind what that meant.
She'd seen something this morning in homeroom the lady hadn't wanted anyone to see. and now....
Now what?
Polly couldn't carry out her line of reasoning to any kind of logical conclusion.
What did it all mean ... Steve Randall and his unbelievable pictures....
Miss Perkins and the telltale marks on her body ... ?
What did it mean?
For Polly it meant one thing and one thing only, whether or not she was able to understand it.
It meant that there was a fire in her cunt a fire that had to be quenched.
Flames raged within her.
She sat down on the toilet seat letting the hem of her skirt rise up to her waist.
She closed her eyes, refusing to think about what she was doing.
Scrawled across the inside of the stall was the standard epigram-Smile: You're On Candid Camera.
Right. Well, if that's so, she hoped they got themselves a good show, and that they got their rocks off on this ... because even if she had believed it true, she wouldn't have stopped.
Her fingers moved between her thighs now. She touched her crotch. The material was wet. Drenched.
She ran her fingers lightly over the surface of her cunt slit, pressing gently into the soft membranes, crossing the already tight surface of her clit.
She sucked in a deep breath to keep from crying out. The sensation was too intense. Too hot. Too powerful.
Yet, she was compelled by it.
Unable to stop.
Once she felt those first delicious sensations rippling up her back bone, shivering out of the depths of her pussy, she knew that she was locked into this, until whatever conclusion presented itself.
From one of the large sinks, water dripped steadily.
The sound echoed slightly, forming a constant underlying rhythm in the room, a counterpoint to the steady motion of her fingertips.
She pulled her panties aside.
like fragrant petals freshly blossoming, her cunt lips parted away from each other.
She slid her fingertip down the slit between them.
Her clitoris peeked through, hard, throbbing, pulsating.
The surface was taut, stretched from the volume of blood that now engorged it. She gasped.
She let out a small moan, not thinking about what she was doing.
Was there anyone in the rest room with her?
Suddenly, paranoia seized her. She couldn't control herself.
She knew that she was risking discovery, but again another moan slipped from her lips.
Harder now, running her fingers up and down through the depths of her slit, crossing them back and forth over her clit ... pressing down ... harder ... harder....
The edge of her fingernail now scraped over the tingling surface of her hard bud of nerves. She gasped again, cried out loudly. She shuddered.
Muscles in her arms and legs began to move purely of their own accord.
She rose up through succeeding levels of passion and arousal.
like vines snaking around her brain, fingers of lust slowly encircled her thoughts, slowly tightened their grip, till she was a helpless prisoner.
She slipped her fingers up inside her cunt now ... spreading the sweet cunt hole wider and wider and wider.
Back and forth over her clit ... catching the tight berry of lust between her forefinger and thumb, pinching it ... squeezing it ... distorting it....
Back into her cunt hole now ... stretching her fingers apart as far as they could be stretched.
She worked two inside ... then three ... then four ... harder ... harder ... reaching deep down into her cunt chamber now, pressing her fingers against the back wall ... stretching the elastic membrane as far as she could manage it.
She twisted her hand at the wrist ... rotating it one way, then the other....
Back to her clit now ... pressing harder ... harder....
""Oh...." she said, a single sound, yet to her ears it sounded like an explosion.
Back and forth ... running up and down the length of the shaft, tickling over the swollen membrane ...
Each movement sent a wave of sensation surging through her entire network of nerves.
Each tickling caress sent another wave of spasms rippling through her muscles.
Each touch drove her farther away from the center of her mind ... drove her out to the limits of her control, casting her limp out on the leading edge of madness.
Catching her forefinger behind her thumb, she cocked it like a spring pressed harder, aimed it directly for her clit, and then released it. The edge of her fingernail raced over the exposed tip of her clitoris. She felt like the top of her skull came off.
"OHhhhhhh...." she gasped, shuddering.
Her voice echoed back and forth in the room.
She felt the sensations filling her body ... felt her muscles starting to go more and more crazed, spasming wildly, filling her with the heat of her own lust, turning it back onto herself where it slowly consumed her.
She moaned again.
Her fingers were coated with the juices that flowed from inside her cunt.
She rubbed her juices over her outer cunt lips, spreading her rich secretions over her body like soft butter on bread fresh from die oven.
The pit ... now she sensed its approach. Closer ... closer ... a bottomless void ... an unknowable dimension, spaceless ... timeless ... mindless....
Balanced now at the edge, tottering ... losing her balance....
And once more raking her fingernails over her clit the last support crumbled and she fell, spilling wildly down ... down ... down ... gasping for breath ... gasping for life....
Clawing at her cunt....
Uttering a little cry before finally lapsing into an exhausted silence ... peaceful, almost....
"Now Randy, I don't have time ... I told you that."
"Aw come on ... you can make time, can't you?"
Toni Francetti sighed.
"I really don't have time. Randy," she said. "Yeah you do. Damn it
She stared at the large, muscular boy. "Randy, if you weren't so fucking obvious about the fact that you're an ass-hole, I might have time for you. But you are an ass-hole and so I don't. Besides, I really do have something to do after school. "
"What?" he sneered.
"I told you. I've got a real date."
"Oh., so what are you going to do, go wash your hair?"
"No ... dumb fuck. I'm catching a bus up to Rollins. That's what."
"What the hell for?"
"None of your business ... but just so you'll know what you're missing because you treat me like such shit, I'm going to spend the weekend with J.R. Rodgers."
"J.R.? Shit, I didn't know you were fucking him too.
She sighed. "You've got a very depressing way of simplifying things, you know that?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, acting hurt.
"What I mean is, dumb fuck, you treat me like I'm a slut because I happen to like the same things that you like. It's not fair, and if you want the truth, your cock's not impressive enough, not large and hot and exciting and juicy enough for me to keep putting up with it. So, maybe you ought to leave me alone. All right?"
He frowned.
"Aw, come on, you can spare me a couple of minutes, can't you?"
"Randy, eat shit."
"I'll give you some dynamite coke to take with you when you go fuck J.R."
Toni stopped. The bastard. He knew all her weak spots, didn't he.
"Coke, huh? How many times has it been cut."
"None. Swear."
"Bullshit."
"Doesn't matter It's still good shit. I promise. I wouldn't lie."
"Can I try it out "
"Yeah, but you gotta fuck me."
"Ml fuck you. I'll fuck you. All right?"
"Hell yeah it's all right. Fucking's always all right. "
Toni stared at him a moment, then said, "You're a real ass-hole, you know that?"
"Yeah."
"Where do you want me to meet you."
"How about the lockers."
"Shit is that why you're pestering me? Did Dick tell you?"
"What? No. Tell me what."
"Aw, you're all just a bunch of bastards."
"You're not going to back out on me, are you?"
"You promise that's good coke?" He nodded.
"I'll have your balls if you're lying to me."
Steve Randall lit a cigarette to kill the taste of the black tar that passed for coffee in the teacher's lounge.
"Christ when's the la. t time someone brewed a new pot of this stuff?"
"Remember Eisenhower?" asked Will Metcalf, Drama coach. About the time of his second term, I think."
"Yech!! ! Tastes like shit."
"Aw, quit complaining. You need it strong to put up with the monsters. Or are you one of those damn fool teachers who actually-likes the little bastards? "
"Let's just say I can tolerate them
"I'll bet you can.
Steve smiled to himself. Keep a straight face, boy. Don't lose control of yourself.
Fact was Steve Randall was starting to think about tolerating one particular student a lot more than the rest of them.
Polly Pritikin ... cute little kid, nice-as-hell tits and a bottom lip that trembled so fetchingly he wanted to just grab hold of her and suck her right up.
He liked nothing better than that vulnerable look. And no one could get it quite like sweet Polly.
He wondered if he'd been mistaken. Had she been looking in his desk, or what?
If so, it could be bad. He knew he should have removed those pictures from that bottom drawer long ago, but somehow, he never quite got around to it, and there usually wasn't any chance for anyone to go snooping....
And, come right down to it. there wasn't anyone less-likely than Polly to be snooping around in his desk, was there?
He smiled.
He contemplated ... he let his mind wind out.
How would that sweet little thing look, anyway, strung up from a hook ... trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
He saw his fingers moving toward her dress....
Felt the moistness of her panties as he gripped them, carefully pulling them down, exposing her quivering pussy.
"Oh. Mr. Randall, please ... please ... don't hurt me too badly...."
"Hey!" said a voice, interrupting him.
He jerked out of his dream state.
"Wha ... huh? "It was Julia Perkins He felt a little sheepish. Christ! Had he really been thinking that about sweet little Polly? Now here was someone he could think about, and not worry.
"What's happening?" he asked, jauntily.
She wasn't in a good mood. She was in fact, frowning badly.
"What's the problem Julia." he asked when she wordlessly sat next to him
"I think some of the kids saw the marks you left on my back," she said.
He looked around hastily, Christ! what was she trying to do, broadcast it all over the place, hope no one heard her.
"Say, listen, Julia, what say we take ourselves a little walk? Huh?"
He laughed, effecting a light-hearted mood.
She wasn't buying any. "Steve, I'm frightened."
"Aw, look, don't let it get to you. Fuck the little bastards you know what I mean? I mean, what do you owe them? The only thing you need to make certain of is that they're respectful to you in class. Beyond that, you can't control them anyway so why worry?"
"Steve, you should have told me that my blouse was so thin, this morning."
"Julia, what are you talking about?"
"You could see those welts you left on me, right through the material."
He sighed.
"Look, are you going to blame me ... I mean I thought we had ourselves a good time you know ... and now you're starting to come down on me and all ... and shit ... I just don't think it s fair."
"Fair? FAIR?" She started to raise her voice.
"Geez, look, let's go take a walk, what do you say?"
"I don't want to take a walk. In fact I don't think I want to see you again."
"Huh? Hey, come on ... look, this is silly. You don't need to be this way, Julia."
"Don't you tell me what I need to be, Steve Randall."
"Look, last night, do you remember what you were saying to me? Huh? Do you?"
"Yes. And I'd like to forget it."
"Don t give me that shit! You were damn serious, and I took you seriously, and now, you're coming down on me like I committed some kind of horrible crime or something."
"I'm not coming down on you, Steve, I'm just telling you how I feel. I'm scared."
"Of what? The monsters? Christ, they're piss-ants, Julia. They're expendable. Don't go piss away what we had last night. It was delicious."
She was about to answer but Steve noticed that Will Metcalf was starting to pay close attention to the two of them They'd been whispering softly, but there was no doubt from their appearance that they were engaged in a serious conversation of some sort
"Look, can I see you for dinner tonight?"
"NO!"
"Yes," he persisted.
"What do you mean. Yes ... I just told you, no, and I meant it. I think we should stop seeing each other for a little while. Till this calms down."
Two points-one, there is nothing to calm down ... repeat, there is NOTHING that need to calm down ... and two, we just started seeing each other. We can't stop something that hasn't even gotten under way yet can we?"
"Maybe it s best that way. I don't know ... I just saw the way she looked at me. . "'the way who looked at you."
"Oh ... just one of my students in home room. She's in my English class too. I saw her staring at my wrists in home room, and that's when I realized that the red marks were showing ... and I ran to the lounge after the bell and looked in a mirror, and Steve, you could see all these awful marks on my back. I was horrified. Then, in English class, she was staring at me again."
"Who? Who? Who's this evil demon that has you in such an uproar?"
"Polly Pritikin. She's a sweet little-"
He started to laugh.
"What are you laughing about. What's so funny. I fail to see the humor. Do you hear? I fail to see the humor in this situation."
"She's starting to get a little reputation, you want to know the truth. "What do you mean."
"If she thought you were letting someone tie you up, Julia, and maybe even letting them take a belt to you-"
"Would you keep it down'"
"I'm just whispering!"
"I don t care. Stop it. You're broadcasting it all over the place. "
"Nonsense. Calm down. Get a fucking grip on yourself, lady. You're a grown woman but you're acting like a little kid. "
"I am not!"
"Polly would probably like to ask you for pointers "
"What are you talking about?"
"Trust me, there's a lot more to that girl than the placid, bookish little act she puts on for everyone. I'll wager that there's a real tigress waiting to get out, if you want to know the truth."
"Steve," said Julia, "I feel like this entire conversation has been a failure. I feel like you've paid no attention to me ... or to my fears ... and I'm afraid-"
"Hell, I can see that you're afraid. Don't be. No one's gonna hurt you. I promise. Now how about dinner? "
"No "
"Come on. I'm cooking."
"NO!"
"You can pick the menu "Oh Steve ... please...."
"What do you want me to do? Say "Oh sure, Julia, you re the hottest woman I've ever met, but if you want to walk out of my life, go ahead, I'll just sit here with my thumbs up my ass and whistle a stupid tune and won't say a thing...."Is that what you want me to say?"
"No ... but I-"
"Good. Because I won't. If you want to end it before we have a chance to see where we're going fine. Go right ahead. But you'll get no cooperation from me. And, in fact, I'll fight you. And I think I've got a good chance of winning. "
"What makes you say that?"
"Because I still have the sound of your voice ringing in my ear from last night, darling, and those are not the sounds of an indifferent woman."
"SHHHHH!" she said, blushing.
"Shhhhh shhhhhh shhhhhh shhhhhh!" he mimicked. "No, I won't shhhh! I'll proclaim it from the rooftops I'll take out ads in all the papers, I'll buy time on television. I don't care who knows it ... in fact I think I'll start right now-"
"Stop. Please. Stop. "
"Dinner at eight?"
"Steve....""
"I won't quit."
"I'll have dinner with you."
"Well, that's more like it "
She looked to be distracted when she finally left the teacher's lounge ... but that didn't matter to Steve. Hell, she didn't know distracted. But after tonight, she damn sure would.
He felt his cock throbbing a little, thought again about Polly Pritikin, and wondered how the two of them would look, licking each other's clits.
Life was just an endless source of potential, if you knew where to look.
"Ow," cried Toni, "you're going in at the wrong angle."
"Aw shit," complained Randy, "I just figured that you'd be stretched so big, any angle would work." He grinned a big stupid grin.
Toni slapped him across the face.
"That coke you've got better be the same stuff you let me try, dumb fuck," she said. "Because this sure isn't going to be worth it any other way."
Randy grinned again. "Trust me, darling.
Have I ever lied to you?"
"You say you haven't but you're probably lying. "
"Don't confuse me."
"Randy, with you, that's real hard to avoid."
They were in a storage closet, of all places. Toni was leaning against a wall, her dress hiked up to her waist
She'd pulled her panties down to her knees and spread her thighs enough to accommodate Randy s cock...(she wasn't expecting fireworks, understand) and now, he was doing his best to deliver.
"Come on. Randy. It's just your basic, standard design pussy. No hidden curves. No secret passageways. Just a hole and a tunnel and room for your cock, if you ever figure it out "
"Aw shut up. I've never fucked in this position before. It's awkward."
"They're all awkward. Randy. Fucking is awkward. There's nothing graceful about it. It's our curse. Now, quit making excuses and get with it. I told you. I'm going to be late."
"Hell, the bell hasn't even Ring yet."
"Would you stick it in me!? "
His cock was stiff enough. And, she had to admit, it was certainly long enough.
But he was having one hell of a time getting it into her hole.
"Here," she said, "Let me try this."
She threw her arms around his shoulder . "Now, you have to hold me up."
"What are you going to do?" asked Randy suspiciously.
"I'm going to climb up into your lap. But you have to keep standing."
"Who do you think you are, Raymond Chandler?"
"Shut up, and cooperate. I'm doing this for you!"
First slipping her panties all the way down to her feet and stepping out of them she raised her right leg and wrapped it around the small of his back.
She pulled him to her gripped his shoulders and neck tightly and said "Hold on. Here I go." And then, hoisting her elf up, she found to her delight that he was sturdy as a hunk of carved granite. "Oh ... yeah," she said, hanging from his shoulder with her arms letting her left leg wrap around his back now.
"Jesus," he grunted, but held fast. Her cunt was spread wide open now. The closet she'd selected for the deed was lacking in heat, so she was starting to get a little chilled, but if Randy would hold up his end of the bargain, she might be able to work some of that off.
The juices from her cunt were covering her outer lips. Now, as she spread her legs around his body, the cold air hit the wet skin and for a moment, she thought she was going to freeze.
"Come on. Randy, fuck me. I'm going to die of pneumonia if you don't."
His cock was throbbing now.
She said. "You're going to have to stick it in. This time, the angle should be right for you.
Both his hands supported her buttocks but now he gripped his cock with one.
"That's it " she encouraged as she felt the barbed-tip rubbing up and down over her clitoris settling finally in the curved, concave depression spiraling down into the vortex of her cunt hole.
Supporting herself with her legs, she pushed her hips away from his body a moment, just enough to allow his cock to line itself up straight with her cunt hole ... and then she started to fall back onto him
She felt the mushroom-shaped glans split her tight cunt hole. "Oh ... God," she said, 'that's nice. Randy. That really is. Oh yeah ... yeah ... do it. Just like that. Fill me up. Please ... keep it in there ... don't move yet ... just let me get used to you."
He wasn't all that big. Not big enough to warrant all that chatter.
But the coke he was going to give her warranted that and more. It warranted a first-rate fuck job.
And she was going to give it to him Randy was an ass-hole, but he was a sweetie in spite of himself.
"Yeah ... yeah ... hold me ... hold me up ... don't let me fall," she said, and then, trusting him to hold her up, she let her feet fall away from his back and pressed them against the wall.
Pushing, she raised her hips up off of his cock, bringing the glans out to the tight rim once more, but not pulling it all the way through yet.
"Yeah," she groaned, "oh yeah ... that's incredible."
She let the thing pull a little ways through her cunt hole, just enough to stretch the rim
Then, she pulled her feet away from the wall, falling back onto his cock again, driving it straight through her.
"JESUS!" she gasped.
"Hey, cool it, would you," he complained. "Don't go so hard."
"What's wrong are you going to come or something?"
"Well, shit, you're slamming yourself around me like that, what do you expect?"
"What do I expect? I'll tell you what I expect. I expect to get my rocks off too, dude. I mean, what's this quick shit? I like to come when I fuck. Is that too much to ask?"
He allowed as how maybe it wasn't all that much to ask.
"Damn fucking straight it's not." She pushed her feet against the wall again.
"Easy now," he said.
"Fuck you, turd ball," she replied, let herself slam back onto him "Oh ... shit," he gasped.
Uh-oh, she thought. That was a cry of desperation. She'd fucked enough guys to know that it meant he was close ... dangerously close.
"Randy. I'm going to do something now ... and I don t want any argument from you, all right?"
"Huh?
"That's the idea," she replied. You gotta hit these bastards before they have time to think, which always takes longer than you'd ever expect anyway, she told herself. She pulled her cunt up off his cock again, and this time .she let the glans fall all the way out.
Reaching up to her hair, she pulled the band off that she'd used to gather her hair into a pony-tail on the side of her head.
Her hair cascaded down to her shoulder now in a series of light curls.
She wasn't interested in her hair, however.
She was interested in his cock, and more to the point, in getting that hair band around the base of it.
Actually, it was nothing more than a rubber band, but one that had an elastic layer of insulation on the outside to keep the rubber-band from pulling her hair.
She slipped it around four fingers now and dropped them around his cock.
Then, pulling her fingers out of the loop, she stretched it tight and twisted it wrapping that half-loop around his cock as well.
She could see that would be more than enough pressure to accomplish her goal.
Randy had watched, stupefied. She'd mistaken his silence for approval, but now he erupted in a bludgeon of a voice "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU--! ! "
She slammed her hand over his mouth.
"Do you want people to find us?"
His eyes were two question marks in his face.
She moved her fingers back to his cock and rolled the band down the length of his shaft till it was digging in tightly at the base of his cock.
"Tighten up now," she told him."
"What do you mean?"
"Like you're trying to stop the flow in mid-piss.
"Oh," he said, meekly, awed by her apparent knowledge, and obeyed. She watched the glans swell almost a quarter again it original size, turn a deep shade of purple, and stay that way.
The veins on the side of his cock bulged enormously.
"Now," she said, "you can come whenever you want."
"Why?" asked Randy.
"As long as that rubber band's in place, Randy darling, the only thing that make that cock soft is an atom bomb."
"Or someone walking in on us."
"No way. Nothing's going to soften that baby up."
Then, she lowered her cunt lips back around his stiff shaft, to prove her point.