Chapter 7
The cock was so huge Nancy's jaws had to strain to take it all in. Not that it was long-it wasn't more than five inches in length. It was the girth that made it so impressive. It was a good two inches thick!
Her tongue found the notch of flesh on the underside, where the head is joined to the cock-shaft. The youth in the stained working clothes shuddered with pleasure. His rough hands stroked Nancy's gleaming golden-red hair aimlessly.
"God, you're good, sweetheart," he murmured. "I never had my dick blown before. Hot damn, it's nice."
Nancy glanced upwards. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked in with all her might. She felt the boy's skinny ass tense. She reached up and took hold of his dangling ball sac. She played with the big, sperm-swollen nuts, gently, so as not to hurt the youngster.
He was almost ready. With her hand toying with the boy's balls, she slid the other around behind his butt. Firmly, she began to pull him toward her.
Dear God, he was big! The youthful grounds-keeper's prick was much thicker than either Greg's or her father's. As far apart as the mammoth cock wedged Nancy's jaws, though, it felt as if it were endless. It just kept coming into her mouth.
Finally Nancy's nose was pressed into the coarse tangle of pubic hair in the young man's crotch. Tears swam in her eyes-she thought her jaw was going to pop loose! But this was almost over. She could feel it. The jism in his nuts was reaching the boiling point. At any instant it would blow into her throat with the force of a locomotive.
She stroked her tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock. It was amazing what a totally innocent girl could learn in two weeks of enforced sex and degradation. Enough to be able to bring a man to a shuddering, teeth-clenching climax in a couple of minutes with lips and tongue, or clutching pussy, or puckered asshole for that matter. Enough to know that the groundskeepers of Proctor School were ignorant of what went on in the classrooms, the dorm, the theater. Enough to bring herself to carry out the plan of escape that had formed in her mind.
She got the tip of her tongue right up to the juncture of prickhead and prick shaft. She pushed.
It was like pressing a button. "Arggh!" the boy gasped. His massive cock gave one warning throb, then a salty-sweet rush of come filled Nancy's throat.
That wasn't so bad, she thought, as she drank the seething white stuff hungrily down. The guy had a groovy prick. And his come didn't taste half bad either. It was a lot more fun sucking off the well-built young custodian than some of the old farts she had had to blow in the last two weeks. And this time it was for her benefit. Not Miss Proctor's, or that scumsucker Mr. Leary's.
When Nancy was forced to "entertain" Miss Proctor's paying customers-privately, in small rooms reserved for sessions of fucking; Nancy hadn't had to perform on stage since that first night-the Reform School had gotten a fair amount richer, and Nancy had to degrade herself a bit more to satisfy the lusts of her customers. Sucking off the groundskeeper was all her own idea. The price: he agreed to deliver a message for her to her brother Greg.
It had taken some ingenuity to figure out how to send the message. There were weekly letter-writing sessions. But the contents of the letters were strictly controlled, and anybody who tried to pull a fast one was in for a session with Miss Proctor's whip or Mr. Leary's cigar. There was no way she could get an appeal for help out that way.
Then she had seen the young groundskeeper doing his chores, always keeping his distance, but always watching the lithe, full-bodied inmates of the School.
Nancy choked as a backwash of the flowing jism went up her nose. Some trickled out of her nostrils. She ignored it and kept sucking till the last drop of come spurted down her throat. The enormous cock pulsed several more times as the fury of its owner's climax ebbed. Then it started deflating rapidly.
Thank God, Nancy thought. The muscles in her cheeks were starting to ache.
"Thanks, baby," the youth said, stepping back. His prick drooped as it left Nancy's mouth. Spit and sperm slimed its limpness. Almost unconsciously, the girl licked the tasty remnants of come from around her mouth.
"Remember our bargain," Nancy said. She got to her feet.
The groundskeeper stuffed his thick prick back into his pants and zipped his fly. "Sure," he grinned. "Anything you want. Goddamn, what a blow-job!"
He turned and walked off. Nancy watched him as he sauntered down the alley between the cafeteria and the storage shed. When he reached the end, he turned and waved cheerfully.
Will he keep his promise? Nancy wondered. She could not allow herself to hope. But she'd done what she could. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. * * * "What did you think you were doing, slut?" Miss Proctor's voice crackled with anger. Nancy stared up at her. A muscle twitched in her cheek.
She was stark naked. The soles of her feet were sunk deeply in the orange-and-black carpet of the headmistress' office. Her arms were tied behind her, cruelly tight, so the circulation was nearly cut off. A strap around the small of her back held her belly-forward against the edge of the imposing oak desk. Her tits quivered like pale pudding on the hard desktop.
"Speak when I tell you to!" Miss Proctor raged. The riding crop in her hand twitched, suddenly flicked out. Nancy shrieked as it raked across her bared boobs.
"It was her all right," insisted the petite brunette. Her name, Nancy had found out, was Melinda. She and the blonde, whose name was Meg, seemed to compete with each other in finding new ways to torture their classmates. They were Miss Proctor's special favorites, and now Nancy knew why. "She was out behind the cafeteria with that Warren boy, sucking his cock like it was a sugar tit." She closed her eyes and hugged her melon-sized jugs. "Boy, what a prick! It was like an elephant's!"
"That's enough," Miss Proctor said sternly. Melinda froze. The headmistress put the tip of the crop under Nancy's chin. The bound girl tilted her head to look at her.
"Well?" Miss Proctor demanded. "Were you just giving it away for free, or were you perhaps trying to enlist help for a possible escape attempt?"
The crop stroked Nancy's cheek. "That wouldn't be wise," Miss Proctor said sweetly. "You might suffer a bad accident that way. Very, very bad."
Nancy breathed a sigh of relief as the riding crop came away from her tear-stained face. Then it struck at her viciously. The tip snapped a nipple. "Ooooooowww-ah!" Nancy cried.
Mr. Leary, standing off to one side, lit a cigar. "Give me a crack at her," he said, puffing blue smoke. He eyed the swell of the captive's asscheeks. The mark his cigarette had made was still faintly visible. "I could do some nice, ah, embroidery on those sweet cheeks of hers."
"You'll do nothing of the sort!" Miss Proctor snarled. She came around the desk and stood beside the naked prisoner.
"I've got something in mind," she said. She patted Nancy's head, ran her hand down the girl's hair. The hand moved onto Nancy's back, down, caressed a soft demiglobe of ass. "There's another talent night this evening, sweetheart. We've got a new girl coming in who'll be making her stage debut. Maybe you two can do an act together."
The headmistress suddenly smiled broadly. "Yes, I think that's it," she said. Nancy wondered at the note of evil triumph in her voice. * * * "Owww! Oh God! DON'T!" Nancy was playing to a full house, but she was not acting. The pain and terror in her voice was real.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Her voice wailed like a siren. Thirty hoarsely breathing men were staring at her naked body, watching her contort in the floodlights, but Nancy didn't care. "Get it out of me! GET IT OUT!"
She pried open her eyes. Meg's face, long and lovely under her flaxen hair, smiled sweetly. Then the tall blonde grunted as she forced another inch of broomstick up the wiggling girl's ass.
Nancy screamed again. Ropes bit deeply into her wrists, but she couldn't break free, Her hands stayed tied behind her naked back.
She looked around wildly for assistance, knowing it was useless. The men out there were as eager to see her have a broomstick crammed up her butthole as the men had been to see her raped by a dog before. "Oooooooooh!" Another half-inch of dry wood was jammed into her.
Were they trying to kill her? She had seen the sawed off broomstick as they tied her-all sixteen inches of it. Melinda had grinned lewdly as she watched the captive's eyes go wide with horror. Did they mean to keep shoving the stick up her ass till it was all in her? That would kill her, she knew.
Suddenly her arms were released by the strong feminine hands that gripped them. Unsupported, Nancy went to her knees. The end of the broomstick hit the floor. It stabbed into Nancy's asshole, then twisted cruelly. She screamed.
"Don't be such a baby," Melinda taunted. "You've only got half that stick in your bottom. A mere eight inches!"
"God!" Nancy sobbed. "It feels like a telephone pole!"
The other girls onstage laughed. They were all dressed in vests and boots this time. "Let's wait and see what your partner has to say about it," Melinda said. She snapped her fingers.
Her partner! That must be the new girl Miss Proctor had mentioned. Despite her own predicament, Nancy's heart went out to the unknown newcomer. The pain and humiliation she was about to undergo were far, far worse than anything she could ever have imagined.
Of course, Nancy Redmond was about to undergo the same pains and humiliations. But she was hardened to it by her two weeks at the living hell of Proctor Reform School for Girls.
Bare footsteps sounded on the planking, hesitated. The whistle of a whip through the air made Nancy cringe. She heard the crack of leather on bare flesh behind her, and a female voice ringing with pain.
Nancy tensed. Was there something familiar about that voice?
"Up, slut!" This time it was Nancy's skin the whip bit into. She cried out and leapt to her feet. The broom handle sent pain shooting into her ass.
The tip of the whip lightly flicked her butt. It touched her ass again, slightly harder, as if urging Nancy to turn. Quaking with pain and fear, she did.
She saw the newcomer. Her jaw dropped. "GWEN!" she shrieked.
"Nancy!" The other girl took a step forward, heavy breasts swaying. Her pert round face contorted. "What are you doing here?"
"My parents brought me." Nancy tried to stretch her arms out toward her naked friend. All she did was abrade her wrists more. "What about you?"
The semi-naked girls onstage exchanged amused looks. "Mine too," Gwen choked. "They caught me with-with Owen. Hey, what are you doing? Let go!" -Two of the Proctor girls had grabbed Gwen by the upper arms and were walking her toward Nancy. At the same time the other girl's arms were clutched from behind too. She struggled, but her captors were too strong for her. She was wrestled to the floor. She lay on her side on the cold wood planks. Meg leaned on her, pinning her to the floor.
A girl stuck out a foot. Gwen went down, bruising her knee, then she was dragged down too. "What are you doing?" she shouted. "Get your hands off me! Let go! Why are you- oh, GOD!"
Nancy felt the broomstick searing still more deeply in her rectum. "Nuh-nah-NO!" Gwen's wailing cry, and the new pains in her ass, told Nancy what was happening.
She knew now why they had only pushed half the length of broomstick up her butt. They were impaling Gwen on the other half of it!
The pole was ungreased. It felt a foot thick and full of splinters. Gwen clamped her asshole as tight as she could, but it made no difference. Surprisingly strong, the bare-breasted girls forced her inexorably onto the stick.
"God!" she sobbed. "It's tearing me apart! Ooooooh, stop-pleeeeeeaaaaase!"
"It's all right," Nancy called. She grunted with the pain in her own rump. Melinda reached down and grabbed it just where it disappeared into the bound girl's asshole. She didn't want to spare Nancy any pain-the broomstick was supposed to be going up Gwen's ass, not any deeper into her friend's.
The friction of the floor was rubbing skin off Gwen's hip. She didn't notice. She kicked out blindly, then gave a ragged wail of agony.
"Don't fight!" Nancy gritted. "That only makes it worse."
Gwen didn't see how it could be any worse. Half a foot of stick up her butt and there was more to go! The pain was unbearable. It seemed to be scraping the lining right off the tender walls of her ass channel.
Her foot touched Nancy's thigh. The girls holding her bunched their muscles and heaved. A wordless, never-ending scream of torment, and then the two lovely, naked teenagers were touching, soft butt against soft butt, sharing the awful, intruding hardness of the broomstick.
"That's all," Nancy forced out, over her friend's broken sobbing. "They can't get any more into you. God, it hurts!"
The members of the audience were leaning forward in their seats. The newcomers were gaping in disbelief, the ones who had seen the show before were elbowing one another and talking about how the Proctor show was never the same twice. Always incredible surprises. Erotic scenes like the most forbidden sex fantasy come true. Thirty flies were tented upwards by thirty blood-filled, turgid cocks. Two beautiful adolescents, stripped and impaled butt to butt on a broomstick. Unbelievable.
There seemed to be more young men in the audience than there had been at the last talent night, Miss Proctor reflected as she stepped onstage. Right in the middle there was a block of eight or ten lean-jawed young men, sitting on the edges of their seats and gawking. She smiled. Were they ever getting their money's worth!
She uncoiled the whip from her hand, let it play restlessly across the floor. She was dressed as she had been at the last show: garter belt, silk stockings, high heels, and the dainty black ribbon around her throat. Otherwise, of course, her flawless body was naked to the lusting eyes of the audience.
Two girls were bending over Gwen. Their tits swayed fetchingly as they worked tying her wrists behind her. Then they stood up and danced away.
Miss Proctor cracked the whip. "Up onto your knees, you harlots," she commanded. Nancy stirred feebly, but Gwen only lay weeping.
"Up, I said!" The whip cut air. A red weal appeared on Gwen's butt. She shrieked and convulsed.
"Ohhh!" Nancy cried. "God, that almost split me in half. Don't fight it Gwen-do as she says!"
Lying on her side with the broomstick filling her tortured asshole, Gwen nodded. The whip tickled the girls' flanks as if to encourage them. Nancy made an attempt at getting up. Gwen didn't realize what her friend was doing, and the result was a painful tweak on the embedded broomstick.
"Let's get together," Nancy sobbed, sick with pain. "Yi!" The whip struck again, lashing her butt.
"Ready?" Nancy felt Gwen nod. "One... two ... go!"
As one the two nude girls rolled up onto their knees. With their arms behind them, they had to he with their buxom tits pressed flat on the floor. Their cheeks were laid against the planking. This position put strain on the broomstick thrust up both their butts. The constant dull ache made breathing difficult and brought tears to Nancy's eyes.
"Very good," Miss Proctor said grudgingly. Mr. Leary padded onstage. He was wearing nothing but a grin and a hard-on, his big cock jutting up at a jaunty angle, waggling as he walked. He nodded appreciatively at the duo on the floor. Then he walked up to them and lowered himself to the dusty stage floor.
Nancy became aware of warm breath feathering the insides of her thighs. Then a tongue lightly touched the lips of her cunt. "Ahhh," she moaned. It was a sound of pleasure this time, not pain.
A sighing sound from Gwen told Nancy Leary had planted a kiss on the other girl's downward-smiling pussy. Then the man's tongue stroked the length of her own pussy slit. Nancy gave a little shiver of pleasure, instantly regretting it, since it tweaked the stick in her ass.
Then Leary went at eating Nancy's cunt. He was good at it. First he thrilled over her pussy lips with his tongue-tip. Then he teased the frilly cunt-lips apart and wormed his tongue between them, running his tongue up and down the now-watering slit. "Yes," she murmured. "Oh yes!"
Abruptly the delightful mouth left her pussy. She moaned with disappointment. Then she heard slurping sounds. Leary was giving Gwen's pussy the same treatment he had just given Nancy's. The girl could tell her friend was getting as turned on as she had.
When he had Gwen's pussy primed and wet, he started to lap furiously at both pussies smiling down on him from above. The double tang of hungry cunt filled his nostrils. The sight of two wide-open snatches excited him. The hot sauce that dripped from both gaping pussies onto his face, his neck, his chest, made him hotter and hotter till his hard prick seemed to vibrate in the air.
He licked first one and then the other cunt. Now he planted his lips firmly on a juicy twat for a quick kiss, now he flicked teasingly at a straining, swelling clit with his tongue, now he fucked his tongue deeply into a ripe young pussy. He savored the taste of cunt, enjoying the subtle differences between the two girl's pussies. Gwen's was tart, Nancy's heavy and almost sweet. He stuck a strong finger into each brimming cuntwell to the knuckle and redoubled his pussy eating.
The two girls were barely able to keep from writhing with intolerable pleasure. Their bodies quivered with the effort of holding still. But the least little movement would cause agonizing torture from the broom handle in their asses. This was the newest form of subtle abuse, Nancy realized. Leary was going to pleasure the girls into torturing themselves.
Leary's lonesome cock seemed to burn like a beacon. Much as he relished eating these two captive pussies, he needed something to slip over his prick soon, or it would be geysering right up into the air like Old Faithful. He had in mind something hot and slippery and brimful of fragrant oils, and surrounded with blazing red hair.
He got his wish!
A dripping wet kiss touched the throbbing head of his cock. He glanced down. A red triangle pointed down at the tip of his prick. As he watched, the arrowhead of scarlet pussy fur slipped downwards. Damp, clinging heat enveloped his prick.
Miss Proctor's oozing pussy lips spread wide to drink in the masculine hardness of her assistant's cock. Just the first touch of his prick against her waiting pussy mouth sent tingles up her spine. Her white body thrummed like a plucked guitar string with joy and need. The smell of her own greedy cunt was an aphrodisiac.
Nancy didn't know what was happening, but the fantastic feeling of Miss Proctor's well-oiled cunt sheath covering Leary's cock transmitted itself by way of the man's sucking mouth to her gold-furred pussy. She gasped. Fireworks seemed to go off in her head.
She may have been stark naked in front of thirty sweaty-palmed men, with a broomstick crammed up her ass and her butt up against her best friend's, but she was about to come like the Fourth of July!
Her mind didn't register the whistle of cloven air until too late. Then the whip landed on her upcurved butt like a tongue of fire. She screamed. Reflexively, her body jumped.
She screamed again. Louder.
Gwen echoed Nancy's shriek. The pain of the lash was nothing compared to the awful stabbing agony when Nancy's jerk torqued the broomstick up her and Gwen's butts. Pain bathed the girls' asses inside and out.
The cock was fully inside Miss Proctor's cunt. It felt as hard as the broomstick violating the captives' butts. Miss Proctor's heart raced. Her skin tingled with erotic electricity. What a luscious combination! Those two lovely teenyboppers, best friends, bare and butt to butt, while Mr. Leary sucked their pussies. The waves of pain and horror emanating from them, caused by the obscene intrusion of the broomstick, and the searing caress of Miss Proctor's blacksnake lash. The feeling of having her own cunt stuffed absolutely full of rampant male cock!
It was unspeakably delicious.
Breath coming faster, Miss Proctor laid down a wicked rain of blows on the sweat-clad, shining rumps of the two girls. Uncontrollably they jerked and bucked and writhed under the lash. As they did so, they fucked themselves and each other excruciatingly up the ass with the unyielding length of wood.
Nancy's senses reeled. This couldn't be real! The pain was light-years worse than anything she'd felt before. All the whippings she'd had since her father found her fucking Greg, at home and at Proctor, rolled into one and added to the time Leary stubbed his cigarette out on her rump-all this was not one tenth as bad as being flogged while the broomstick was impaling her ass. She wished she could die-not now, but ten minutes ago.
The incredible thing was that Leary was still greedily gobbling her pussy as well as Gwen's. And the pleasure of having her cunt eaten was as remarkably intense as the pain she was undergoing!
She wondered if she were losing her mind.
The headmistress was in paradise. Sadistic pleasure mingled with brilliant physical joy from her cock-gorged cunt. Her pussy drooled all over Leary's bah sac, and the shaft of his mighty cock glistened with pussy oil. Those two mewling sluts were shrieking and squirming harder with every stroke of her whip-and with every whip stroke they butt-fucked each other more cruelly with the broom handle.
Her pussy was giving Leary's stiff prick the full treatment. It was squeezing his cock so hard he could scarcely breathe. Like a shark in the feeding frenzy, he gobbled the two pussies poised above his face.
Nancy shook her head crazily. What was happening? The worst pain of her whole life was wracking her body, but she was teetering on the brink of climax. By some ESP she knew Gwen was feeling the same bizarre conflict of pleasure and pain. Her pussy was being chewed, sucked, licked and tongue-fucked by an expert!
Nancy heard a voice screaming. She recognized it as Miss Proctor's. The headmistress flailed her captives orgiastically as her pussy collapsed around Leary's cock. Taken by surprise, Leary fired his come up her clenching cunt.
Then the impossible happened. Nancy came!