Chapter 4
This time, the fleshy tip of Randy's cock felt like steel.
"Oh yeah, Randy," said the girl. His cock split her like a machete splitting a coconut. She fell with the full weight of his body, letting the pole between his legs ram a straight path directly to the back of he cunt chamber
She gasped. Her cunt muscles contracted. She gasped some more.
Her juices flowed.
They poured from the depths of her heated flesh, oozing like cream.
"Yes " she cried, "Oh yes ... yes ... yes...." and she shook her hips against his body.
Randy, a little dazed and confused by all this, nonetheless understood that he was in the middle of a joyride that dreams were made of, and held on to her ass like he was holding the Grail.
"Yeah," he mumbled, 'that's real sweet."
He was getting off pretty easily. She was doing all the work, not from choice so much as compulsion.
She couldn't control herself. Her body was so enflamed by the overwhelming sensations from his throbbing cock she didn't dare to stop. It already felt as if this could be one of those rare fucks that literally split the mind wide open.
She was up for it.
Deeper and deeper now with every thrust, kicking herself off him, sliding back onto him kicking away again.
Each thrust pulled his cock through the mushy swamp of her cunt flesh.
She could imagine how those engorged, saturated pink membranes looked, that huge pole dragging through them.
"Don't stop," she gasped.
"Hell, does it feel like I'm stopping?"
"I don't care. Just don't stop."
Her hips were working hard on him now.
Harder.
Harder.
Faster.
Spreading her juices. All over him, Coating the surface of his cock, working the juices up in between their bodies as they came together in their hot embrace.
Spread it, sliding over it ... greasing themselves up.
"Oh ... Randy, how come you never felt this good before? 's he asked, growing more and more passionate with each passing second.
"Don't know," he muttered, not sounding like a conversation was the highest thing on his list of priorities.
I You're great. I've never felt you this good."
She pulled her hips up now at the same time as she kicked herself away from him forcing the surface of his cock to drag across her clit.
That tiny bud of nerves was swollen to about three times its usual size.
She felt the top surface of his cock scraping over her clit.
She felt the nerves sizzling from each stimulating thrust.
She felt his glans dragging back and forth through the swollen membranes of her cunt.
They closed in around it tightly, pressing against his cock from all directions.
She knew how to make her cunt muscles move.
She could control the contractions. She could, in fact, make the inner walls of her cunt dance.
They danced now. She set up a series of contractions, starting with the muscles in the front of her pussy, squeezing them, then moving on to the next set just behind ... moving on in this manner all the way down her pussy.
She repeated the contractions, setting up waves of muscle movements, waves that literally started to stroke his cock.
"Christ, it feels like a fist," he muttered as she increased the speed of her muscle contractions inside her cunt.
"Randy, darling," she laughed. "I've got news for you, dear. This is not a fist. You are not beating off. This is a cunt, and it's fucking you with more expert precision than you'll ever deserve."
"Aw, that's not fair," he protested.
"Look, you've got a nice cock, and it's going to stay hard for the rest of the year if we want it to. Let's not knock a good thing, what do you say?" She smiled as she said it, but he still wasn't sure where she was coming from.
"You putting me on?"
"Sure. Actually, your cock's putting me on. Don't you like wearing my pussy on your cock?"
"Yeah. How come we don't do this more often?"
"Because you're a tight-as.--.ed prude, and you think I'm a whore."
"You're fucking for coke."
"So? I'd have fucked you anyway."
"What? How come you didn't say so."
"I wanted the coke."
He looked hurt. "Oh, cut it out," she chided. "You look like a little boy."
WHAM! She crashed her hips into him now with such force that she knocked him off balance before he could respond.
"Oh shit!" he cried, toppling over into a stack of wet mops.
They went down with a crash.
Toni couldn't help herself. She started to laugh.
"OW!" moaned Randy.
"Now, don't get upset "
"Well, shit...." he muttered, dejectedly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
His cock, which had pulled out of her cunt as soon as they spilled to the floor, was now spurting the last globs of cum from his balls, the rest of his load of jism having already spent itself down both his and her legs
"Oh," she said, "I see. Got a little carried away, did I? "
"To say the fucking least," he grumbled.
"Well, what are you worried for little boy," she said, stroking his cheeks, giving his cock a loving kiss. "That's why we put that rubber band over your cock. Right?"
"Oh yeah," he said, staring down at it.
Although the thing had long since finished shooting, there was no sign of a wilt to it.
If anything, it was straighter and firmer than ever before.
"I'll be damned," he muttered. "Looks pretty fucking stiff don t it."
"And you know what? I'll bet it feels pretty fucking stiff too. "
And she was right.
Polly gathered her books together as the last bell rang.
Most of the students would be making a mad dash for the parking lot, or the edge of the campus, wanting to put as much distance between themselves and Conrad J. Sapp's legacy as they possibly could.
But she would be staying, for a while at least
Student Council meetings took place on Friday afternoons, and she was the secretary of that distinguished body. (It looked good on college applications, she kept telling herself.) Truth was, she was more anxious than usual to gel away from school this Friday. She had a date with Dick tonight, as she'did every Friday night ... and Saturday ... and Sunday afternoon and sometimes Sunday evening ... but tonight she wanted to have a serious talk with him about the future, and about the present.
And about their relationship.
And about the implications for the future any changes in the dynamics of that relationship might hold forth.
She wanted to fuck him ... that's what she was slowly stumbling towards ... but she just didn't know how to approach him with the subject, having campaigned so long, and hard, and successfully to insure that they wouldn't fuck before marriage ... she couldn't quite imagine him accepting it. He might be horrified. Frightened. He might even drop her. Her father always told her "Men think there are two kinds of women. Whores and wives. They never look to the same woman for both qualities.
It was for that reason that Polly allowed Dick his occasional dalliances as with Toni Francetti.
She'd heard about an occasion or two since they d been going steady ... and a couple more that were alleged to have taken place before the two of them met ... and, like any understanding woman, Polly realized that Toni was willing to give what she herself could not and that in the long run Dick would respect her for it much more so than he would respect a cheap painted slut like that Toni bitch....
Well ... there was a spate of venom she'd not expected.
She would, perhaps, have to talk to Dick about Toni as well. She started to walk towards the Student Council room, pausing a moment outside a supply closet in the hallway ... listening....
What were those sounds?
She listened harder. And closer ... and recognized the voice of Randy Hunsucker ... and, of course ... Toni Francetti.
Polly turned to stare in open-mouthed astonishment at the closed door.
As if, with sufficient concentration, she might develop X-ray vision.
It was unthinkable. She knew that Toni Francetti had a reputation, but, like all the girls she'd simply assumed that to be mostly macho braggadocio, aided and abetted by Toni's well placed silence and an occasional sly, knowing grin here and there.
But ... judging from those sounds, this had been going on since well before the final b II rang.
She wanted, all of a sudden, to open the door. Not to expose them Lord knows, they I manage that all on their own if they kept this up.
No ... what she wanted, she realized, was to see how they were doing it
She had no idea what real fucking looked like. She'd only read about it.
In her father's books that he kept hidden in the closet.
Dick Wilson was undecided. He needed to stop by Wally-Joe Jordham's house to pick up a bag of weed that Wally-Joe had procured for him. and he needed to be home by four, but Polly was expecting him to be waiting for her when the Student Council meeting was over.
Nah, he thought She'd be all right It wasn't that far to her house, and the street would most likely be cleared by this time. He'd leave a note in her locker and hike over to
Wally Joe's . There were lots of things he needed to take care of before his date with Polly tonight.
JESUS. WOULD YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE! ! "
"THE HILL YOU SAY!"
"PLEASE!! ! "
"NO!"
"AW COME ON! "
"NO! YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT. DAMN YOU. AND YOU'RE GONNA GIVE IT TO Ml WE HAD A DEAL! "
"YEAH, BUT THIS WASN'T PART OF IT!"
"IT IS NOW!"
"THAT'S NO FAIR "
"NOTHING S FAIR. RANDY. YOU GOTTA LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT."
"Aw, come on. Toni, give me a break. Let me go."
"You re out of your mind. This is the best cock I've ever found in this school, and if you think I'm just going to let you tuck it back in your pants and walk out of here till I've had my fill, you're crazy."
"ME! ! You're the one who's crazy. Jesus you like my cock so much, in about live more minutes, it's gonna fall off and you can just stick it in your purse and carry it around with you."
"Come on ... just one more time. Please."
"Aw, Toni, give me a break. It hurts."
"Nonsense. What are you, a wimp?"
"I'm hurtin', that's what I am."
"What a fucking flower. I'm disgusted."
They were still in the closet. No one, miraculously, had bothered them
"I don't know what the fuck you got in there instead of brains girl, but I think there's way too much of it whatever the hell it is."
"Just like a guy. You bug my ass and bug my ass to fuck you and now that I'm ready to give you all the pussy you want, you're backing out."
"I done came four times. Shit, my balls turned inside-out the last time. THEY HURT!! "
"Tsk, tsk."
"How much more do you need."
"One more."
"That'll make it fifteen times you came."
"I'm not counting, but if you say so."
"It hurts! "
She looked down at his cock. It was a deep shade of purple. Sort of like the eastern sky at four in the morning.
"Hmmmm, maybe we'd best make this the last."
"I'm gonna die." he moaned. "Don't be silly."
"Will you call my ma--tell her I love her?"
"I'll tell her what you were doing on your way out. Now come on, stick it in."
"Oh ... shit ... it hurts " Randy lamented. His eyes were glassy. He had a slack-jawed expression on his face.
His cock, trouper that it was. stood straight as the Washington Monument, just as stiff, and, unless she missed her guess almost as tall.
He'd given up standing long ago and now was sprawled among the mops and bucket , on his back. His cock was quivering. She lowered herself onto it. He was right about coming four times although that last one wouldn't have filled a thimble with his jism But he'd made noises that a wounded ape couldn't have mimicked in the course of coming, so she'd naturally assumed that he'd enjoyed it.
Now, her tender cunt membranes opened once more.
She was, actually, at her own limits but she couldn't get over the novelty of having a cock that wouldn't quit The mythical fantasy was alive and throbbing right here in the mop closet, and unless Svensen barged in on them she was going to get one last muscle spasm out of this devil.
Her hole opened, spreading once more around the oily slickness of his cock.
He gasped ... he moaned, he started to cry ... and her hips began once again to slam down on his cock ... harder ... harder ... harder ... harder ... harder ...
"Oh, yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah...." she said, "you're a real lover Randy. I'll never forget you. Never."
"I don't think there's too fucking much chance I'll forget you either OW DAMN WATCH IT WOULDJA!! ? You done rubbed the skin off it three fucks ago."
They'd been going at it for over an hour now. The sounds of students clattering through the halls had diminished. Toni suddenly realized that she could well end up getting the two of them locked in ... for the week-end....
"Say, Randy," she said, "Why don't we just stay here the week-end ... and we could--! ! "
He started to struggle to his feet. "You're so fucking fucked up ... Christ get your damn head out of your ass woman, and let me live, damn you."
She tripped him, sending him sprawling back into the wet mops.
And then that cock was in her once more. Persistence, Toni believed, would accomplish anything.
Anything at all.
It might even get a fifth come out of this sucker's balls.
She ground her hips harder and harder into his pelvis driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
She no longer required the in/out motion of his cock stroking her cunt membranes to stimulate her. The membranes inside her pussy were more and aroused, sensitized to the point where she needed only to move herself against him, keeping the shaft buried as far as she could force it.
Lowering her hips caused the shaft to press up. working waves of stimulating sensation deep into the shaft of her clit ...
Again and again. .
Rolling her hips around ... around ... around ... around ... around....
"Yes ... oh yes ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah OH GOD OH GOD YEAH! ! "
And one last time the shattering muscle contractions ripped through her.
"Oh God," she said, her voice quivering as if from panic. "I ... I ... oh God...."
She looked at him
He was dead. "Randy!" she cried.
One eye opened. "Thought you'd fucked the life out of me, didn't you?"
She slapped him. "Bastard. The life was already out of you. Otherwise we wouldn't have needed this."
"Can I take it off now?"
"Sure."
"Shit " he cried. "I can't find it."
"It's just buried beneath the surface."
"Oh Lord, you done damaged my pecker."
"Go fuck yourself, idiot," she said, rummaging through her purse.
"In the future, you can just damn well bet I will," he replied, then let out a yelp of blind panic. "What are you going to do with that knife? "
"Cut it off.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHH!! ! "
Mops scattered and buckets clattered in his struggle to get past her.
She grabbed his balls.
"Don't make me squeeze."
Calmed him down right quick.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven...." he solemnly intoned
"Now cut that out! You're just gonna get us struck by lightning doing that."
She slipped a long fingernail underneath the rubber band, which had indeed bitten so deeply into the flesh of his cock it wasn't at first visible then deftly sliced it off with the thin blade of her knife.
He stared at her.
"What planet did you come from?"
"I was sent to teach you Earthlings how to fuck properly. My mission is nearly over. You're lucky. You caught me just in time, but," she said, glancing at her watch, "I really do have a bus to catch. Be a dear and how about that coke?"
"Give me a chance to catch my breath, would you? "
"No. I don't have time to wait"
"Shit ... look, I'm parked over on Duval street. Where are you?"
"Up on Copeland. "
"So get your car, and meet me at mine. I'll be there."
"You gonna skip out?"
"I should. You nearly killed me."
She kissed his cock, now gratefully limp. "If you do, Randy, I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth and I'll cut this little dear off
Randy saw no reason in the world to doubt her.