The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressure from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our multi-faceted society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Priscilla Thompson is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes being angered over her youthful misjudgments. It is only through a series of unusual developments that Priscilla manages to pull her world into perspective and define her true ambitions and objectives.
THE TEASER'S GANG RAPE-the story of a young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is a difficult one.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Priscilla Thompson couldn't help overhearing the passionate moans and soft, brittle cries coming from behind the gymnasium. The blonde teenager stopped, tilted her head and heard her best friend's demands for more cock.
"Fuck me good, James. I need that big cock of yours all the way up my pussy. Fuck me all the way!"
"Shit, baby, you don't mess around do you? You want it and you want it now!"
"You know what I want," Gretchen said in a husky voice to her boyfriend. "Give it to me. Please!"
Priscilla didn't know what to do. Screwing wasn't supposed to be done on the high school grounds. Not ever. And yet she couldn't turn her best friend in to the principal. That would be like turning into a traitor.
And there was something else bothering her, too. She simply couldn't ignore the sensual sounds coming to her ears. She had to go look and see what was really going on. The blonde girl knew the best thing for her to do was simply leave. She didn't have to turn anyone in but she could ignore all this and pretend it had never happened.
But some magnetic force drew her closer and closer to the comer of tile building. Poking her blonde head around, she got a perfect view of what was happening. She saw the long, red prick parting Gretchen's puffy cunt lips. For a second, that prick was -rimmed by the fleecy black pussy fur of the girl's cunt, and then it vanished all the way up into that juicy, excited twat.
She gasped almost as loudly as Gretchen as the cock vanished from sight. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the scene. It held her hypnotically. Again, Priscilla knew she should turn around and leave the couple alone. It was wrong spying on them.
But she knew it was also a sin to screw like they were doing. Gretchen and James weren't married.
Fucking outside of the conjugal bed was a sin. And she had never seen sin quite so graphic before. She thought she owed it to herself to see what it was like firsthand. Her minister might not approve, but she had to know what sin was to properly resist it.
That made perfect sense to her, even if her friend's actions didn't.
The idea of allowing a boy to stuff his prick up her like that made Priscilla feel ... how did she feel?
She tried to figure it out. It disgusted her, sure. It had to. She had been raised for such things to make her feel uneasy, sick to her stomach. But that churning from her belly wasn't sickness, she didn't think. It was something more than upset. It was causing her pussy to begin to churn out the thick, sluggish juices that annoyed her so much.
Priscilla had tried to hide the offending stains on her sheets after she had dreamed all those naughty dreams. In her sleep she pulled the pillow down between her legs and rocked gently back and forth until she was really going and the friction of the pillowcase against her cunt lips worked into a frenzy. She usually woke up sweaty and feeling guilty. She had to wash out the stains right then and there so her mother wouldn't discover them.
She felt incredible guilt about that involuntary response of her own body. The girl knew she was responsible because she thought dirty thoughts and was somehow unclean in her mind. And now, watching James fucking the holy shit out of Gretchen made her feel the same way.
She rubbed across her turgid cunt lips and felt a zing of carnal electricity shoot all the way up into her loins. She didn't like it-and yet she did. The confusion held the girl rooted firmly to the spot. The blonde teenager knew she shouldn't spy on those two and yet she couldn't move.
"More, James, give me more of that swollen prick."
"God, Gretchen, you're burning my cock off now. I never fucked a cunt as tight and as hot as yours."
"How many have you fucked, stud?" the dark-haired girl asked, her voice tinged with both the blur of sex and a mocking tone.
"A lot," the youth bragged. "But none as foxy as you. Or any with cunts this tight and hot. Shit, baby, you're crushing me flat with those pussy muscles of yours. Don't stop."
"Doing this?" the dark-haired teenager teased.
Priscilla couldn't see what was going on but the effect must have been titanic on the boy. His back arched and he slammed his crotch firmly into Gretchen's. His hips began rotating as he drilled deeper and deeper into the girl's pussy.
"Shit, that's it!" he cried out. "You're giving my cock a massage that's driving me out of my skull. I don't know how you grip my cock like that!"
Priscilla couldn't see what was really happening but she could guess. Her own pussy tensed up at the idea of a boy sticking his cock all the way up it. She had sexy dreams of that happening and she came then. Or at least she thought that was what happened from listening to all her girl friends' descriptions of it.
She wondered if Gretchen would come from the fucking she was getting. If the speed of the fucking had anything to do with it, she would.
James' body worked like a machine. His prick slid in and out of her well-oiled cunt like a sex piston. Every single thrust forward caused his ass to tighten up and Priscilla felt her own body responding just as if he had shoved that mighty cock into her cunt.
Her fingers drifted down and lifted the hem of her skirt. She knew it was wrong to touch herself down there. But she couldn't help it. She had to have some relief from the itching, longing feeling.
Her finger slipped under the legband of her white cotton panties and across the fleecy-covered pussy mound. She shuddered at the touch, but it still wasn't enough. If anything, it only heightened her desires. The blonde teenager had to have more.
That questing finger worked lower and found the tiny spire of her clit poking up out of its sheath of protective flesh. A light caress across the pointy tip made her entire body convulse as if she had plugged herself into an electric light socket.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she moaned out. The girl instantly bit her lower lip to keep from crying out even louder. She didn't want the others to know she was spying on them. Not that they were likely to notice anything smaller than an atomic bomb going off, so lost in passion they were.
Her finger worked across the tiny spire until she was hopping from foot to foot. She felt the steamy juices leaking out from between her turgid cunt lips. She had to try and stop that flood. It was making her panties wet and would soon stain the front of her dress. She'd never be able to explain that away.
But the feel of her finger pressing into the hot creases of her pussy lips only increased the flood of frothy cunt oils. She couldn't simply stick her finger into her cunt hole and stop the flow. But she tried.
Her finger shot into her virgin cunt and she suddenly felt weak. Her legs came close to buckling under her and she had to limply lean against the wall of the gym. Her groping finger seemed to know what to do. It began sliding in and out of her pussy in the exact rhythm that James used to fuck his prick into Gretchen's cunt. The girl knew this was what was happening and couldn't help herself.
Her eyes locked on the bodies of the fucking couple. The youth's ass tensed and drove his prick squarely into the hot box of Gretchen's cunt. The spying blonde girl could hear the lewd squishing sound of the cock burying itself in the humid, gushing cunt.
She came hard when she felt her own finger touching all the right nerve endings inside her pussy. The girl had never felt anything quite so wonderful in all her young life. But it was nothing compared to what Gretchen must be feeling, she thought.
The dark-haired girl thrashed around, impaled on the boy's prick. Her long, slender white legs kicked out powerfully and then wrapped around the youth's waist in an effort to pull him even more powerfully into her cunt.
"Fuck me deeeeep!" the bucking girl cried out. She arched her back and rammed her snatch down hard onto the youth's crotch.
Priscilla could see pink cunt lips opening and fluttering around the thickness of the huge cock entering her cunt. The spying girl knew that the enjoyment Gretchen was getting was probably a lot more intense than she was feeling from her own finger fucking.
But the blonde teenager had to continue. The sight of the fucking made her tremble. How she wished she was the one getting laid!
"Oh, God, James, this is too much. You're so fucking big inside me."
"Gotta fuck," the teenager said in a dazed voice. "Gotta. My balls are about ready to pop. Feel like a goddamn pressure cooker."
"Don't come in me!" the girl cried suddenly. "I'm not on the Pill."
"Shit," the youth muttered. "A fine time to tell me."
"You're the one who bragged about having perfect control. Don't come inside me!"
Priscilla blinked hard. She didn't understand what was going on. The tempo of the fucking had changed.
James no longer fucked the tight pussy sheathing his prick as if it were the end of the world. Every stroke was more hesitant, easier, less assured.
But the spying girl didn't feel any slackening of the tempestuous emotions raping her young body. She had to continue using her finger all the way up her pussy until she got off again.
Sighing, she braced her back against the cold wall of the gym. Her finger fucked harder and deeper into her twat until she was shivering as if she had a high fever. But the feel of that finger pressing into her velvety cunt walls was more than enough to get her off. Even if the fucking she was spying on didn't have the intensity it had before, she was still so turned on she couldn't hold back much longer.
"Ummmm, oh!" she gasped as the wild passions raging inside her trim body began to break free. When she snapped, it was like a string pulled too taut. She cried out as orgasm smashed through her again.
Her cunt walls crushed down powerfully around her finger. She felt her hand drenched by the sudden outpouring of her cunt oils and nothing less than a quick fucking with her slender finger would sate her insane desires.
Priscilla felt so guilty she could hardly bear it. She shouldn't be feeling herself down there. It was sin.
That had been drummed into her head from her earliest years. She couldn't remember a time when her mother had told her it was all right to fondle herself and play with her cunt lips. The idea of actually finger fucking herself was so totally alien she was blushing with embarrassment, even though there was nobody to see her.
But was it a sin?
It felt good, damned good. She couldn't believe something this exciting should be wrong. And yet hadn't her minister cautioned her that sin could be mighty enticing? That it could put on a false face and lure the unsuspecting into a life of degradation?
She didn't feel degraded. She felt turned on, more aroused than she had ever felt before in her young life. The only thing she knew she should feel guilty about was spying on James and Gretchen. And even that didn't bother her too much.
If anything, it made her horny. And that need for cock in her pussy wasn't evil, she thought. It was just different from anything else she'd ever felt. She was growing up and this must be part of it. It had to be.
James wasn't fucking Gretchen's pussy with anything near the intensity he had been. Priscilla peered around the comer of the gymnasium and saw his huge fuck stick bury itself almost gently into the quivering snatch. The pink cunt lips folded out and fluttered wet and pink around his prick.
"Oh, oh sweet Jesus, I can't take much more," groaned out Gretchen. "I'm getting ready to come. I ... aaaieee!" Her entire body convulsed again. The girl's vivid green eyes clamped shut and her entire body went rigid as if a giant hand had crushed down on her. Priscilla watched in fascination. She wondered if she had looked like that when she'd come.
Or had she even come? The girl didn't have the experience with men to know. She knew so little about men and her own body that it seemed almost criminal. Why hadn't her mother told her about how good it was having a man's prick racing in and out of her cunt? It had to be good from the way Gretchen responded to James' hard fucking prick. And it didn't seem the least bit sordid.
Her spying on them was the most sordid part of it all. She felt guilty about that but nothing else. Her finger continued to stroke up and down over the folds of her own trembling pussy lips. As her finger strayed between the flaps and went into her humid cunt hole again, she stiffened. The feelings in her belly began to intensify.
She bit down on her lip again to keep from crying out. And when she saw what James was doing, it made her even more aroused. The youth had withdrawn his cock from the dark, furry-rimmed cunt and was rubbing it against the girl's belly. His prick dragged over the fleecy mat of her pussy mound and crushed itself down into her soft belly.
Priscilla came the instant she saw the teenager's cock stiffen even more and then spew out a thick stream of milky come. The strings of his jism lashed across Gretchen's belly and the way she writhed around, she might have been coming again. Priscilla didn't know or care. She was too wrapped up in the throes of her very own orgasm.
She watched as the teenager's prick finally emptied itself and began to melt like an icicle in the hot sun.
The puddle of come on Gretchen's belly mocked the spying girl.
"Shit," said Gretchen in disgust. "This is pretty lousy. The least you could have done was come over in the dirt or something." She began wiping away the jism with a kleenex.
Priscilla knew that they would both be coming in her direction soon. Reluctantly, she let her finger slip from her pussy. She quickly left.
CHAPTER TWO
Priscilla moped around the rest of the day. The ache in her pussy refused to go away. She felt the gnawing hunger inside her worse than ever before. No matter what she did, it got worse. Trying to press her legs together didn't help her in the least. If anything, the motion of her slender legs moving together only made her even hornier.
She knew that her minister had been right. She had been exposed to real sin and it had polluted her precious bodily fluids. She was lost and would be in for a lifetime of sin and degradation. She would burn forever in the fires of hell.
And yet trying to convince herself of that was difficult. She felt good. Horny, but good, from the finger fucking. And spying on Gretchen and James fucking hadn't brought down fiery lightning bolts of retribution from God. If anything, seeing them fuck had aroused her curiosity and that was hardly a sin.
Priscilla sat on one of the stone benches outside the school building and idly combed her long, lustrous blonde hair. She loved the feel of it gliding across her hands. It was almost waist long and her single most precious possession-after her cherry, of course.
That she was saving for the man she married. Her mother had told her-not in so many words, but she had gotten the message across-that a man wanted nothing but a virgin bride. If the merchandise was spoiled he would dump her. She sighed and wondered about Gretchen's chances for ever getting a man to marry her. She thought that it might be impossible if all her mother had said was true.
The thing bothering her the most was the way Gretchen seemed to attract men like flies. They hovered around her. Priscilla didn't think the other girl was prettier than she was, but that didn't stop the boys from flocking to her rather than to the blonde teenager.
"Hi, Prissy," came Gretchen's cheery voice. "What's new?"
"Huh? Oh, hi, Gretchen," Priscilla said, her eyes downcast. She couldn't face her friend. Not after spying on her and James.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're not talking. That means something's wrong. Usually I can't shut you up. Did some guy put the make on you?" The other girl's mocking tones made Priscilla just a little mad. Gretchen chided her all the time for not going out on dates more, for not having more to do with men.
Priscilla wanted nothing but nice boys to date. And there didn't seem to be very many of them that she could stomach. The guys that she would class as "nice" were also so boring they made her sick to her stomach. They were the very ones all the girls avoided like the plague. But she wasn't about to go out with any of the macho stud types who wanted nothing more than to get into her pants.
She was a virgin and she'd stay that way until her honeymoon.
"There's nothing wrong," Priscilla said tartly. And then she blushed. Gretchen put a finger under her chin and raised her face. "You're hiding something from me. I can tell.
Give. What is it?"
"Oh, Gretchen, I saw something I shouldn't have!" she blurted.
"What was it? Couldn't be all that bad. Or maybe it was," the girl said, starting to let her imagination run away with her. "You saw somebody getting killed. Like in one of the cop shows on TV. Wow! Maybe we'll get a cop that looks like that blond guy on the late night show."
"No, no, not that. I ... I saw you and James."
"So?"
"I saw you ... making it. Behind the gym earlier today."
"So?"
Priscilla didn't know what to say to that. Gretchen was totally unconcerned that she and James had been spied on or that her best friend had seen them fucking their brains out.
"It's wrong. I shouldn't have stayed. But I couldn't help myself."
"Learn anything? I sure as hell did. I learned that James isn't much of a stud after all. I thought he was going to be a lot better than he turned out."
"But that's not what you said then," said Priscilla, confused at the turn of events. Gretchen wasn't the least bit bent out of shape over being spied on.
"I was just jollying him along. You know, stringing him along so he'd try to do better. He's not much of a lay but there's nobody else interested in me right now. So I guess I'll keep him around."
Priscilla heard the other girl's words and guessed Gretchen was trying to sound cool, suave, sophisticated. That had to be it. But the reaction to finding out she'd had an audience while fucking didn't bother her at all. Priscilla could tell that for sure.
"You don't care if I watched? she repeated, stunned at the immensity of it all. Not to care about something so private. Fucking was only done by married people in the dark in their bedrooms. To fuck in broad daylight with someone not your husband astounded her, but to do it in public and not care was even more startling.
"Now, why should I? Did you learn anything? Like some neat techniques for wiggling your ass?" Gretchen demonstrated and got a wolf whistle from a student passing by. She winked at him but he kept on walking. She looked disgusted. "No balls," she said. "None of them have any balls. They want to fuck you but they don't have the balls to come up and ask."
Priscilla felt her pussy beginning to tremble and boil just as it had when she'd been spying on Gretchen and James. She realized it was from the words the dark haired girl used. They were the "dirty" words, the ones she'd been taught never to use. Their very lewdness turned her on in a big way...." and so maybe I'll dump James," Gretchen was saying. Priscilla brought herself back to her friend's words.
"You're going to get rid of him?"
"Sure. There're other studs out there, better ones. My old cunt is about ready for some new action. He's not that good, I tell you."
Priscilla thought James might be. She tried to imagine herself flat on her back, her legs spread wantonly wide and her cunt gaping, naked and exposed and wet with lust. Her pink inner cunt lips would poke out and tremble with the intensity of her need to be fucked. And he would drop between her legs and stuff that long, hot, hard prick all the way up her cunt.
She would come just as she had when she'd spied on them fucking. Priscilla shuddered lightly and closed her eyes.
"Got to go, Prissy," said the other girl. "See you later."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, right. Sure, Gretchen. See you around." The cold stone under the blonde's ass grated and made her pussy churn even more. She had to have something between her legs other than her own finger.
She shuddered again at the thought. It was a sin. It was evil. She really would burn in hell if she allowed that to happen. It went against all her moral upbringing. Good girls didn't do things like that and she was a good girl trying to stay a virgin until her wedding night.
"Hey, Prissy," called James, startling her out of her daydream. "Where'd Gretchen get off to? I wanted to, uh, I wanted to talk to her before class."
"I don't know, James," the blonde girl said. She felt things happening inside her, things that she couldn't control. Normally she would have brushed him off and not thought anything about it. She found him threatening, dangerous, powerful. Today, after watching him fuck Gretchen, she found that power and danger to be magnetic.
"So why look for her if you've found me?" she heard herself saying. It was as if someone else said the words. They rang hollow and funny in her ears. She didn't think they could possibly work with someone as experienced as James.
But they did.
"Well, when you put it that way, why don't I just sit down?" The lean, strong youth sat dangerously close to Priscilla, his hip rubbing against her firmly fleshed thigh. But she didn't pull away. If anything, she moved even closer. She hardly knew what she was doing.
"I've wanted to talk with you for the longest time," she said. her hand reached out and rested lightly on his shoulder. The way his eyes opened told her she was doing something that turned him on in a big way. Guiltily, she moved to take her hand away. His reached out and snared her wrist.
"Don't move. Just stay like that," he said. "I don't mind. Really."
"Some people don't like to be touched," she started, meaning herself. But then she realized how it had come out. He thought she meant him.
"I like it. Especially when it's a foxy chick like you."
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, surprised. She knew she was good looking, but she'd never really thought about being sexy, too. It was obvious from the way his eyes raked over her tits that he found her exciting.
She glanced nervously at his crotch and saw his prick bulging up ominously against his pants. Priscilla knew she was the one responsible for his erection. His prick was getting hard and long just as it had been when he fucked all the way up into Gretchen's pussy.
Priscilla nervously moved on the stone bench. She found the slight movement pulled her panties tight across her snatch. The pressure on her pussy mound and cunt lips made her breathe faster.
And this caused her tits to rise and fall heavily.
The way he stared at her boobs, she wondered if he'd ever seen a pair before. Her blouse was unbuttoned a chaste two buttons but that didn't stop the white flare of naked tit from bulging up and threatening to fall out of the front of her blouse. She felt her nipples hardening and pressing into the soft fabric. Like most of the other girls she went around with, she didn't wear a bra.
Now she worried about that. She didn't want James getting the wrong idea about her. Yet his eyes were fastened on to front of her yellow blouse and the spots where the hard points of her nipples poked into the material. It looked like tiny mushrooms sprouting and sending wrinkles outward.
"I love the way your tits fill out that blouse," he said. "They look so good I could just gobble them up."
"What?"
He answered by stroking along the line of her jaw. She sighed, thinking this was okay. He just wanted to touch her face, her throat, her breasts through the material of her blouse. And then she felt the top button coming undone and the one under that and the one right over her belly button.
"No! Wait, not here! Not in public!" she cried.
He buried his face between her tits. She tried to fight him off but her body betrayed her. She went weak and rubbery at the feel of his tongue licking up and down the deep canyon between her mountainous tits. She sighed and sagged down against him, the feelings multiplying inside her until her pussy was lewdly drooling out the lubricants from the depths of her pussy.
"You taste good," he said, moving over to lick all the way up one snowy cone of titflesh to the ruddy plain surrounding her nipple. His tongue danced and leaped and aroused her even more. He never quite touched her nipple. Somehow, this made her even more aroused than if he'd sucked it into his mouth and gnawed on it with his teeth.
"Oh, oh, ohh!" she moaned, feeling the sexual tensions inside her trim young body approach her breaking point. She had never thought to go this far. She wasn't sure if petting like this was a sin or not.
But it felt good. That meant it must be sinful. Anything that felt good seemed to be a sin.
"Stop, James, please," she said, trying to push him away. He looked up at her, lust blazing in his brown eyes.
"Want a bit more? Something different?"
Her sex-dazed mind didn't catch his true meaning. She nodded, locks of her long blonde hair falling into her eyes.
"Great! Just what I want!"
He pushed her backwards off the stone bench. Her legs went up in the air and she felt his hand moving down her thighs, coming perilously close to her snatch. When his fingers brushed over her already lust dampened cunt, she moaned out as if she had been hit with a cattle prod.
"No, James, no! Not that!"
"Wh-what?" he said as she pulled back from him. "But...." He was obviously confused. She had given him all the signs of wanting to fuck, even to offering her tit up to his licking, sucking mouth, and now she was turning him off entirely. He didn't understand.
Even worse, his cock didn't understand. It was long and steely hard and it hurt like hell.
"Look at this," he said, pulling his prick out. "Don't you want it?"
She saw the huge, red fuck stick bucking and dancing around in virile lust. And she did want it. But her morals came rushing in to tell her that it would be a sin.
"It ... it's so big," she said in awe. She had never seen a man's prick before, much less had one this close. Her trembling hand reached out. She squeezed down on it until he moaned aloud.
"Watch it," he cautioned. "Otherwise, I just might shoot my load before I really get to fucking."
"You mean you'd come if I did this?" Her hand began stroking gently up and down the entire length of his prick. She loved the feel of the hot flesh flowing under her fingertips. She felt his pulse beating steadily by pressing her finger against the big blue vein on the top of his prick.
"Um, God! Don't give me a handjob," he complained. "That's kid stuff. I want to bury it up your cunt. I want to feel you surrounding my prick with your pussy walls!"
She felt faint at the boy's words. She wanted the same thing in that instant-but it was a sin. And she could never sin that terribly. The idea kept her legs pressed tightly together and his prick firmly in hand.
But the feel! It turned her on so much that she was damp between her thighs. She continued to stroke up and down his prick. The bucking intensified until she had to hang on tightly to keep a grip on his trembling, virile prick.
"Oh, shit, go on and jerk me off," he relented. "But I want to suck some more on those tits."
"I'd like that," she told him. She shoved her chest out and felt his mouth clamp down firmly on her nipple. She came then. The girl never thought about the ridiculous position. They were still sprawled over the stone bench. Anyone passing by out on the walk could see what was going on.
But she was too enthralled by the light, feathery brushes of his lips across her nipples. Liquid fire flowed into her lungs. Every breath went down a throat coated with sandpaper. She panted and moaned and felt even more aroused than when she had spied on James and Gretchen fucking. There was the contact of his mouth all over her jugs, the feel of his hot breath on her sensitive skin, the jerking of his manly prick in her hand-all this turned her on such as she'd never been turned on before.
She came when he sucked her nipple entirely into his mouth. His soft lips caressed the hard nubbin of erectile flesh. His teeth scored the sides. And his tongue lashed out rough and pink against the sensitive tip.
She squeezed down even harder on his cock. Her other hand reached to cup the balls dangling beneath his fuck stick. She squeezed on the hairy little bag, too, and felt the lurching and tumbling of the balls inside. The lead-heavy jism begged for release. She began stroking faster up and down the huge cock.
Her fingers danced over his balls until he was thrashing around.
"God, let me get into your pussy!" he cried. "I've got to come. Let me fuck that cunt of yours!"
His hands tried to force her legs apart. She kept her hands working on his balls and cock until she felt his already huge prick begin to swell even more. She stared at his prick with awe as he fell onto his back and the cock jerked powerfully, spewing out his come. The fountain of jism startled her, appalled her, made her feel things inside that couldn't possibly be anything but sinful. She was a little sorry that he hadn't stuffed his prick into her cunt. And then, when the immensity of that idea hit her, she quaked all over.
"I've got to go, James. Thanks. It was great."
She straightened her skirt and ran off, the motion of her legs making her pussy even hungrier for cock.
She had almost gotten what she wanted most in the world-and she had wasted it.
CHAPTER THREE
Priscilla went around in a daze for the rest of the day. She had held the boy's cock in her hand! She looked at her hand as if it had held some sort of a religious relic. She felt that it might be blessed or something. It seemed to glow from an inner heat.
And her own tits still tingled from the feel of his rough, pink, darting tongue moving all over their sensitive flesh. She felt her nipples getting harder just thinking of James' mouth moving across them. His sucking had made them into hard little points that throbbed with a lust she didn't know she had locked up inside her untried body.
Priscilla shook herself to get rid of the drifting feeling. But it wouldn't go away. She felt power flowing, uncommon power. It had been so easy getting James to do exactly what she wanted.
He had wanted to fuck her. She had told him no. And he had gone along with her just to get the chance to suck on her tits. She felt a thrill of desire for him, and an even bigger thrill of stark sexual power. The blonde knew who had been in charge back there behind the stone bench.
She had been.
Whatever she wanted she could have gotten. And that feeling went to her head. The girl had always been just a little frightened of men. They were so physically powerful and confident. They dominated her easily. Or so she'd thought. With James it had been a lot different. He had been so hot to fuck, all she had to do was hold out the promise of a little tail and he'd have done anything.
And, as long as she just promised-and not delivered-she could do anything she wanted. It was almost too easy.
Priscilla walked the distance toward her house, then turned around and went back toward the high school. She had to find out if this new power she had over men applied only to James or whether it would work on any of the studs strutting their stuff around.
Besides, she felt a hunger in her pussy that wouldn't go away. She knew that was the result of the sin she had just committed, but it hardly mattered to her. The responses in her body were too intense for her to worry about eternal damnation. Getting her rocks off now seemed ever so much more important.
She went into a drive-in where a lot of the guys hung out after school. She had never had the nerve to go in before. The studs all eyed her and whistled and made lewd comments just loud enough for her to hear. Before, she would have been so embarrassed she would have rushed out in tears.
Not now. This was the new Priscilla. The girl had found out how to get back at men and how to get the maximum enjoyment out of life.
"Hey, look at the ass on her. Doesn't she wiggle it well?" said one stud.
"Fuck her ass," said another. "I love those tits. Look at the way they wobble! What I wouldn't give to suck on her tittles for just a little while."
"Screw you both," said a third voice. "That set of legs really turns me on. Slender, God, what they'd be like wrapped around my waist!"
"Hell, you wouldn't do anything even if they were around you," joked another.
Priscilla swallowed hard as she listened to the crude byplay among the boys. She wanted to run but something held her firmly in place. She ordered a coke and went to find a place to sit and watch what was happening. The blonde teenager didn't have any clear idea in her head what she really expected to get out of coming in here, but she could just watch until something did occur to her.
But there weren't any empty tables. The place was completely filled, mostly with groups of studs just lounging around.
Priscilla realized she would have to make a decision on whether or not to leave in a hurry. Eyes followed her. Something about being watched made her strut and swagger. Her ass rolled like a pair of meaty ball bearings dropped into a dress. She wanted to give her admirers the best look possible.
What really bothered her was that she didn't know why she wanted to show off like that. She never had before.
But since she had given James the handjob-since she had seen James and Gretchen fucking like animals-something had happened to her. She felt different-hotter, more mature, something. She was too confused about the new feelings to be able to put it into words.
Seeing a teenager she knew and had always lusted after secretly decided her. If James was such a pushover for her, Bennie would be, too. She quickly went to the table where three youths sat, Bennie facing the other two. Priscilla slipped into the empty spot beside him.
"Mind if I join you, Bennie?"
The others at the table fell silent. She could almost feel the tension in the air. They were in awe of Bennie for knowing such a foxy chick as she. She was sure of it.
Not only did she increase Bennie's stock with his friends, she gained a little power over him. She could get up and leave and totally destroy him. Or she could stay and give him a run for his money. The feelings of total control came back to her even stronger than before.
"Sure," he said, trying to sound casual. "Been wondering if you'd show up this afternoon."
She smiled a dazzling white smile and said, "I wouldn't want to miss seeing you again, would I?"
Priscilla thrust out her chest and moved a little closer to Bennie. Her warm thigh pressed against his. He moved uncomfortably, not really understanding what was going on. They knew each other by sight only.
As far as she could remember, they had never even been introduced. But it didn't matter. The looks on Bennie's two friends' faces told the story. They were impressed.
"Glad to hear that," he said, relaxing a little and putting his arm around her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She almost shrugged his hand off but it felt excitingly strong around her.
Priscilla decided to let him leave it there.
But she wanted to keep control. If her body began responding too much to the youth, she realized she might be lost. It had almost been too much for her with James. That teenager turned her on in a big way. She didn't know if it was James himself or the fact that Gretchen had him for a boyfriend and there was the challenge of taking him away from her.
Priscilla sipped at her coke, holding the cup in one hand. Her other hand sneaked under the table and rested lightly on Bennie's powerful leg. She squeezed just a little bit to let him know where she was. He smiled winningly at her.
As far as the pair was concerned, the other two at the table had ceased to exist. Priscilla heard their rude comments but they meant little to her. She was more interested in Bennie now. Was he like James? Could she get what she wanted from him without giving him what he wanted? She thought so.
There was only one big problem.
She didn't really understand what it was she wanted from him.
The idea of getting his cock shoved all the way up her damp, quivering pussy was thrilling. It was also frightening for her. She was a virgin and she didn't see how Gretchen could have withstood the size of James' prick in her body. Letting a boy fuck her was a sin, too. She couldn't be a part of that.
But there had to be other things.
"Your hand feels good there," he told her. His own hand became bolder, working around her shoulders and then around the middle of her back so his hand could cup her right tit. He squeezed gently. She felt that mountain of tit begin to respond to the pressure.
"Ummm, that's nice," she told him.
But she had to escalate this battle, too. Her hand stroked along his leg, warming it with the friction. His jeans were soon sweaty from both their silent struggles. When her hand found his crotch, he almost jumped.
"God, that's nice," he said, "but ... "
"But what?" she asked sweetly. Her hand rhythmically squeezed on his hidden cock. She felt it beginning to harden under her touch. The idea that she was doing this to him made her own pussy begin to flow sluggishly. She panted as his hand worked on her tit, pressed into the hard rock of her nipple, crushed her flesh to the point of total arousal.
"I didn't think you went in for that sort of stuff."
"What sort of stuff?" she asked sweetly. Priscilla was enjoying this. It made her cunt flow even faster and her passions rose.
"Fondling a guy's dick," he said.
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
"The way you are around the other guys. And why me? You could have any guy in this place. Why me?"
"You had an empty seat next to you," she said honestly. She didn't want to tell him the rest. Even with her hand on his cock, he might decide to get up and leave her. Or would he? She had to find out.
"And," she added, "I though you'd be easy to score with."
"Shit," he said under his breath. "Everything I've heard about you is dead wrong." She could tell from the way his nostrils flared that he was really getting turned on. She rubbed a little faster over the mound in his jeans to help the process along. She thought his cock must be painfully hard by now. The space inside the jeans couldn't possibly be big enough for him to have an erection without also being cramped.
"Uh, I gotta go to the john."
"Can I join you?" she said, her voice low and quivering. She hardly believed she'd said it. "Shit!"
"Let's go."
She lithely skidded across the seat and stood, waiting for him. The restrooms were in the back. They both headed in that direction, nothing out of the ordinary for this place. But no one saw that they both went into the men's john.
"You're not kidding, are you, Prissy?" he asked. "You actually want this, don't you?" He pulled down his zipper and let his prick come springing out, eager for action-and pussy.
"God," she exclaimed, "it's bigger than I thought."
She couldn't take her eyes off the huge prick. Its plum-tipped end quivered and bucked in front of the youth's groin. She saw it visibly pulsing and her mouth began to water as much as her pussy. The hollow ache between her legs was forgotten for a moment as she dropped to her knees and gripped the feverish fuck stick tightly in her hands.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" he asked. "I though you wanted to fuck."
She didn't answer. She pressed the side of the prick against her cheek. The hot, fleshy cylinder of cockmeat thrilled her in ways she couldn't begin to describe. She had to have it-but not up her cunt.
That would be a real sin.
Stroking up and down as she had with James, she wondered if he would be content with just a handjob.
"Goddammit!" he snapped angrily. "I can frig my cock all by myself. I want more from you."
"Such as?" she asked dreamily. She was content enough to simply stroke up and down the turgid length and feel the cock's heat boiling out into her cheek. But she realized that Bennie wanted more than James. She would have to do something or lose her control over him.
But what?
She pressed her feet solidly against the door so that no one else could come into the tiny room and then pulled his prick around to just in front of her face. Sucking on his cock seemed like such a perverted thing to do. She didn't think about it-she just did it.
The bulbous head slipped past her velvet lips before she realized it. And then a good three inches of his prick was firmly lodged in her face.
"Oh, God, suck, baby, suck good. This is too much! I want you to give me the blowjob of the century!"
She was confused. Blowjob? She began to gently blow and almost caused him to go through the ceiling.
"You cocksucking bitch! I told you to suck. What are you trying to do, fill me with air?"
She started to point out that if he wanted a blow-job she should blow, but decided to just suck. That seemed to be less painful for him. And as she began to nurse at his prick, she found her own passions rising out of control.
The blonde teenager's mouth avidly worked on the cock pressing into her mouth. She found it impossible to get enough. Her tongue worked savagely against the aroused flesh. She stroked and teased and tried to stuff her pink-tipped tongue down the youth's piss-slit. It wasn't possible but just trying made her feel powerful.
And if she was any judge, it excited Bennie more than he could put into words.
She felt him beginning to thrust in and out of her mouth. His fingers laced through the lustrous blonde hair at the back of her head in an attempt to guide the way his prick went into her face. She wasn't sure if she liked that or not. It felt as if she were losing control. She wanted to stay on top of this. The taste of his male musk and the throbbing cock turned her on in a big way, but she didn't want to let herself go wild.
She tensed her jaws enough to use her teeth on the sides of his cock as it came rushing in. He moaned out loud as she left ragged red welts on his cockflesh. But the girl immediately used her lips and soothing tongue to ease the pain he felt. The resulting flood of blood into his cock made him even stiffer than before.
"Baby, I never felt a chick use her mouth like that on me. I feel like an iron rod in your mouth."
Her tongue whirled around and found the tiny ridge of skin under his knob. She teased this until he was hopping from one foot to the other. The girl guessed this was the most sensitive portion of his entire cock.
To find out, she reached up and began playing with the hairy sac containing his balls. Her fingers fluttered over the hairy surface. Inside she felt his balls lurching and tumbling in the thick stew of his boiling hot jism. She knew then that he was about ready to come.
And she had so much more she wanted to find out about a man's prick! It hardly seemed fair!
"Oh, shit, baby, I gotta fuck that face of yours. That sweet, sucking mouth is too much for my cock."
His hips began levering in and out of her face. She felt the heavy shaft of his thick cock against her lips.
The friction warmed her but it turned on the teenager even more. His cock began to swell with more and more aroused blood rushing into his prong.
"Suck, damn you, suck for all you're worth, you goddamn cunt!"
The words should have angered her. They didn't. They turned her on more than she could have thought possible. She sucked in hard, her cheeks going hollow under the strain. The youth's cock bucked harder in the tight, wet confines of her mouth. He arched his back and began thrusting powerfully.
She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth. The girl wanted this to go on forever. But when someone outside began banging on the door and demanding to get in to take a leak, the cock in her mouth seemed to explode.
The first blast of jism arched up and went against her tonsils. She guessed she was missing something, though what it was she hardly knew. Pressing her tongue firmly against the fountaining slit at the end of his cock, she tasted the salty, tangy come. It smeared all over her taste buds and made her own passions flare delightfully. But her cunt remained empty. The cock was in her mouth. She wasn't getting the kind of fucking she had desired most-and feared even more.
She sucked and sucked and sucked and soon drained the boy's balls of every drop of his precious come.
When his prick went limp, she looked up, licked her lips with a slow, sensual movement and asked innocently, "Is that all there is?"
"God!" he said, throwing up his hands in disgust. He stuffed his prick back into his jeans and stormed out of the john.
Priscilla followed him at a discreet distance, but from the looks of the others in the restaurant they all knew what had been going on. She basked in the silent admiration and envy-and lust.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I hate physical education," puffed Gretchen, doggedly jogging around the track. "I think they make us run around this goddamn oval just for their own sadistic pleasure." She grimly eyed the women's P.E. coach lounging in the shade watching them.
Priscilla and Gretchen were the last two out on the track. They had been caught goofing off doing the exercises and had been told to run ten laps as punishment.
"You two can go in and shower whenever you want," called the coach, turning and heading toward the gym.
"She's going off to see if Old Man Nichols wants a piece of ass," muttered Gretchen.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, aren't you miss wide-eyed innocence?" mocked Gretchen. "You ought to know that she and the men's P.E. coach have a thing going. She's been getting all the cock she can take for months now. It seems to work out for both of them. They get us all hot and tired and then they go off somewhere and fuck."
Priscilla felt her pussy beginning to churn at the idea of the woman going and getting the men's coach all hot and hard. She thought Mr. Nichols was just about the best-looking teacher in the whole school. She wouldn't mind seeing what his cock looked like.
But letting him fuck her was something else. Priscilla continued to run around the track, her mind drifting away. Could she keep an older man on the hook the way she was keeping both James and Bennie hot for her body? They almost drooled every time she walked by. She realized they weren't getting enough to do much for their cocks, but so what? That was their problem.
Just promising them wasn't a crime. She didn't want to sin but she didn't think hinting that they could get what they wanted from her was a sin. Talk was cheap and as long as she stayed a virgin, where was the sin?
Sucking off Bennie might have been a sin, but she wasn't sure. Priscilla didn't want to ask her minister about it. He might tell her it was. Still, it didn't feel wrong. Not like fucking, at any rate. That had to be wrong, she thought. The sight of James and Gretchen fucking had told her that this wasn't something that could escape being sinful.
"Let's go in. Damn the bitch anyway," said Gretchen. "I'm tired and she's out fucking her brains out. So who's to catch us, huh?"
"You talked me into it. We finished the laps, right?" Priscilla said, hoping no one would ask. She hated to tell lies. That was definitely against her strict upbringing.
"Whew, yeah, right," panted Gretchen.
The pair started walking toward the gym. The other girls had already left the locker room and gone on to class. They were the only ones in the smelly, cramped quarters. Gretchen sat down heavily, then leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
"I'm tired. Let's cut the rest of our classes."
"Well ... "
"Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes," said Gretchen. "And you with the reputation now of being the biggest P.T. around. But it figures. That's your initials."
"P.T.?"
"Prick teaser, dammit," snapped Gretchen. "I've been hearing about the way you're stringing Bennie along. Did you really get him hard in the john and then walk off? That's what I heard."
"No, nothing at all like that," said Priscilla, remembering the taste of the boy's prick in her mouth. She licked her lips as she looked down at Gretchen's trim form on the bench. There was something bothering her. The sight of the other girl's body was making her feel uptight. It never had before. She wondered what the problem could possibly be.
"Let's shower," said the dark-haired girl. She began pulling off her blouse and tossed it into her locker.
She stepped out of her gym shorts and panties and stood totally naked in front of Priscilla.
The feelings raging inside the blonde couldn't be catalogued. She felt nothing but confusion. Lust, yes, but for another girl? The memory of Bennie's cock in her mouth had somehow gotten itself tied in with the sight of the other girl's naked, lush body.
Priscilla couldn't take her eyes off the other girl's body. The high, firmly placed tits had areolas like copper disks. The cherry-red nubbins of nipple in the centers were hard from the exertion of running.
Her trim waist was almost so small she could put her hands around it and touch her fingertips.
And her ass flared out to womanly proportions. Priscilla envied Gretchen that ass. It was the mark of a mature woman, not a young girl.
She stroked her fingers over her own hips. They didn't flare out anywhere near as much, but they were still enough to give all the boys a hard-on. She had made sure of that. She was even trying to put more of a wiggle in her walk, bumping and grinding her way across rooms like some stripper.
And Gretchen's legs were nicer, too, she thought. Trim, in proportion. Firmly muscled-and they looked like ivory pillars on either side of her darkly furred snatch. As the other girl walked, Priscilla could see the pinkly scalloped cunt lips fluttering.
"You're beautiful, Gretchen," she said, almost in awe.
"Yeah, and you're not so bad, either, kid," the dark-haired girl told her. Their gaze locked for a moment and a silent communication passed between them. They couldn't put it into words but action followed instantly.
Gretchen's tits rose and fell faster as she strained for breath. She reached out and pulled the still-dressed Priscilla into the shower. Silently, she turned on the water and shoved Priscilla under it.
"God, that's so damned attractive," muttered Gretchen, studying the way the water matted the girl's blouse to her tits and made her cunt lips stand out in bold, wet relief.
She reached out and almost ripped off Priscilla's blouse. The gym shorts and white cotton panties followed quickly. The two naked girls still couldn't say anything of importance to one another. They let their hands do all the talking.
They stroked over each other's boobs, fondling and caressing as only one woman can do for another.
Finally, Priscilla said, "This isn't right, Gretchen. We shouldn't be doing this."
"Nobody'll catch us. We're alone."
"That's not what I mean. It ... it's not right to feel this way toward another woman."
"How do you know?"
Priscilla didn't have an answer for that. The other girl's hands cupping her tits felt good, damned good.
They felt better than any man's ever had, although she truthfully couldn't say she'd had all that many boys fondling her boobs. She gasped when Gretchen caught hold of both her nipples and started rolling them in tiny circles.
Lances of delightful flame lashed across her boobs and shot down into her chest. Her own breathing became harsher, more aroused. She found herself shoving her chest forward to get the entire mound of titflesh into the other girl's hands. The water needled down into her soft skin and aroused her. The feel of those fingers moving on her nipples turned her on. Just being naked and alone with Gretchen made her feel sinfully sexy-and hornier than hell.
She moved closer and began stroking over the dark-haired girl's body with her own nimble fingers.
Before Priscilla realized it, her hands cupped Gretchen's asscheeks and pulled her even closer. Their tits mashed tightly together, nipples rubbing nipples until both were gasping and sputtering under the constant cascade of water.
"I never thought...." Gretchen began.
Priscilla didn't let her get another word out. Something made her kiss the other girl full on the lips. The kiss was tender at first and then built in passionate intensity until they were wildly clutching at each other.
Priscilla's lips parted slightly. This was all the invitation Gretchen needed. Her tongue came surging into the other girl's mouth. Their tongues dueled and frolicked, playfully dancing from mouth to mouth. By the time they were both gasping for air, Priscilla knew she was lost.
This was perverted, the most sinful thing in the world. Wanting to make love to another woman had to qualify as being so kinky that no one ever mentioned it. And yet she couldn't stop. The more she thought about calling it quits, the more her body responded.
Her breathing was tortured. Her tits rose and fell heavily, caressing those of the raven-haired girl.
And when Gretchen shoved her hips out and their pussy mounds ground together in an erotic mash, Priscilla came. The lightning bolts of stark pleasure lanced throughout her loins and she knew she was lost.
The pair slowly collapsed to the floor of the shower. The water hammered at their tender bodies, washing away the sweat and leaving nothing but stark lust for each other. Priscilla hardly knew what to do. Her mouth was actively engaged with Gretchen's but there seemed like more to be done, more to arouse both of them.
Gretchen supplied the answer.
"Eat out my pussy," she said heavily. "Wh-what?"
"My pussy. Get that ass of your turned around and bury your face down there." Gretchen's legs spread slowly to reveal the forbidden triangle of her snatch. The sight of it opening just for her made Priscilla all weak and quivering inside. She couldn't turn down her friend's request. Not now, not after all the buildup she had already gotten.
It might be a mortal sin but it felt so damned good she could forget all about it while she was doing it.
The naked girl quickly spun around and shoved her face between the other girl's slender thighs.
She was immediately lost in a sexual wonderland unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Her tongue drifted out, hesitant, unsure. And then she tasted the slightly acrid fuck sauce leaking from between the cunt lips. She felt her own pussy touched by an equally fleeting tongue.
That pink, darting tongue might have been dipped in acid. It seared at her nerves and made her most sensitive flesh come totally alive. She crammed her own cunt down into the other girl's face and applied herself to licking and sucking at the pussy spread so wantonly in front of her face.
The taste made her head spin with joy. She licked and lapped along the cunt lips. But she wasn't content with this. Her eager tongue traced along one of the puffy flaps until she came to the vee in front, just under the darkly fringed mound of pussy fur. The tiny clit already poked its head out.
Priscilla remembered how much Bennie had liked it when she had sucked on his cock. She guessed that Gretchen might like it if she sucked on her clit. She applied velvet-soft lips to the tiny spire of erectile tissue and sucked for all she was worth.
Gretchen came. Her fleshy thighs clamped down firmly on either side of the blonde head, holding it as if it had been shoved into a vise.
"Ummm, oh, God, ohhhh!" moaned out Gretchen. "That's too damned good. I never felt anything so good in all my life!"
Priscilla hardly heard her. The way the other girl's thighs crushed down on her ears made her both deaf and blind. But she still had a sense of taste and touch. Her tongue worked avidly along the sex crease until she found the opening of Gretchen's cunt hole. She gently parted the lips and then began tongue fucking the cunt with all the power she could summon.
Gretchen went berserk. She rolled over and carried Priscilla with her. The blonde girl wasn't about to give up this heavenly berth between the dark-haired teenager's legs. It was too good, too arousing, too sinful for her. She licked and tongue fucked until her jaws ached from the effort. And still she continued to drive her tongue into the humid, tasty depths of the girl's dark fur-rimmed pussy.
She pulled her face free for a moment and felt the hard drops of water smashing into her. She sputtered and then called out, "Tongue fuck my cunt. Give me the same as I'm giving you!"
Her legs were straight out on either side of the raven-haired girl's face. The blonde twat was pushed passionately down against her lips. And Gretchen didn't hesitate a second giving her all she could have hoped for.
Priscilla was naive. She had no real idea what to expect. She had given James a handjob and sucked off Bennie. That was about all she knew about men. She had diddled her own clit and finger fucked herself while watching James and Gretchen really fucking. This had turned her on the most.
She never thought her body could respond in the ways it was now. She trembled like a leaf in a high wind. A hot flush rose up on her tits and shoulders and neck. She panted harshly. And the sexual tensions in her belly grew until she could barely stand it. She felt like a string pulled too tight. She was going to pop at any instant.
The licking, probing tongue in her cunt did it. She toppled over the brink of orgasm. She came and felt the ultimate in human pleasure, for the first time. She thought she'd come before but she'd been wrong. This was the divine pleasure all the other girls talked about. She could tell from the intensity of feeling ripping through her tender young body.
She tongue fucked the pussy in front of her face as hard as she could, even while coming. She felt she had to return the favors. They passionately wrestled, turning over on the cold tile floor of the shower again and again. They were both slippery with water and hot with lust.
Priscilla moved her mouth back even farther and saw the puckered ring of the girl's asshole. She hesitated a moment, then bent forward, her nose just inches away from the other girl's shit chute. On impulse, she shoved her tongue out hard against that tight ring.
"Oh! Oh, God! That's toooo muuuuch!" shrieked Gretchen. "Rim me. Give me a rim job I'll never forget!"
Priscilla-innocent, naive young Priscilla-tongue fucked her friend up the asshole and loved every second of it.
This whole scene was sinful and depraved. And she didn't give a flying fuck. Her body reveled in the sensations and she had come for the first time. That was all that mattered. What she felt inside, not what she was told by others counted the most.
Priscilla didn't know how long they tongue fucked each other but it was long enough for her to feel sexually sated for the first time since spying on James and Gretchen outside the gym.
But the horniness returned all too soon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Priscilla couldn't keep her eyes off Gretchen the rest of the day. They sat through class bored out of their heads, their thoughts on each other. When the final bell rang, Priscilla wasn't sure if she wanted to talk with Gretchen outside or not.
"Prissy," said Gretchen, catching up to the slow-walking blonde. "Let's talk for a minute."
"Okay. If you want."
"I want," said the dark-haired teenager. "Look, about what happened between us. It was a fluke, you know? It's not something that's going to happen again. I dig men, not other women."
"I understand," broke in Priscilla. "It was just the right time-for whatever reason. I agree."
"Hell, how could you know anything?" snorted Gretchen. "You're a card-carrying virgin. What do you know about men?"
"I know enough," said Priscilla, her mind drifting back to James and Bennie. She felt her tits rising and falling more heavily at the thought of both teenagers. The power she'd had over them had been absolute. Had it been the promise of sex or the actual power that turned her on the most? Making them jump when she snapped her fingers was enticingly seductive. "I bet," scoffed Gretchen. "I've heard how you're stringing Bennie along. The poor kid's about ready to cream in his pants all the time because of you. Listen, Prissy, your reputation as prick teaser is really spreading."
"You didn't seem to mind this afternoon."
Gretchen coughed nervously. "I said that was just a fluke and that it's not going to happen again."
Priscilla nodded her head. She understood what Gretchen meant. They had been aroused by each other and that had been enough. But the remembered feeling in her pussy wouldn't leave her alone. The feel of that tongue stroking along her cunt lips had really gotten her hot.
And the taste of Gretchen's pussy fluids had gotten her even hotter. The salty, thick love juices had run down her chin and made her mouth water. Just thinking about the pair of them lying face to pussy on the cold tile floor of the shower was making Priscilla's cunt bubble and boil with lust again.
"I got to run, Prissy. Be seeing you."
Priscilla was left standing alone in the middle of the sidewalk, her friend rushing away. Something told the blonde teenager that she wasn't likely to see Gretchen again. Their friendship had met some strange turning point and now the pair of them were definitely on different courses.
Never had the girl felt so adrift and lonesome. She looked around hoping to find Bennie around. The youth wasn't anywhere to be seen. She sighed and figured he might be avoiding her, too. But she couldn't figure him out. Hadn't sucking him off been enough?
It had been for her. The taste of his jism in her mouth was something different and exciting for her. Why couldn't he just accept she wasn't going to roll over onto her back and spread her legs wantonly for him?
Why was he telling everyone she was a prick teaser?
She sighed and wandered off, not really caring where she was going. Priscilla stopped and stared when she saw the school newspaper photographer finishing up with the cheerleaders. Clark was her kind of guy.
But it was obvious the cheerleaders didn't find him all that attractive. Or maybe they were all paired up with the football team. Whatever it was, Priscilla watched Clark strike out repeatedly until he and his camera were all alone. She decided this would be a good time to strike up an acquaintance with him.
The girl had seen him around a lot but had never had the nerve before.
Now it was more than nerve pushing her on. She felt so damned horny she had to talk with someone, anyone. And Clark was better than most in her book.
"Hi, Clark. All done with the shots for the newspaper?"
"Huh?" He turned and looked at her and his jaw almost dropped. He swallowed hard and said, "Oh, yeah. Just finished up, Prissy. Uh, what brings you around here?"
"You."
"Me? I can hardly believe that."
"Why not? It's true. Why shouldn't I be interested in somebody like you? You are handsome enough and strong," she said, moving closer, her hands stroking up and down the youth's biceps. "And you're talented."
"How can you know that?"
"I see your stuff in the newspaper all the time."
"Oh, that," he said, embarrassed. "It's not my best work."
"Why don't you take me somewhere and show me some of your best work?"
The teenager almost blushed. He shuffled his feet from side to side and his eyes seemed glued on the girl's deep cleavage. Her boobs threatened to come tumbling out, white and lush, at any second. The thin fabric of her blouse hardly seemed enough to hold back that avalanche of titflesh. And the way she moved didn't help him any.
Her shoulders pulled back almost imperceptibly. But he noticed the effect almost immediately. Her nipples pressed hot and hard against the blouse and formed tiny wrinkles that spread like the cracks in a pane of glass. Those tits promised a man much-if only he were man enough to reach out and grab them.
"We can go up to the darkroom. I'm getting ready to do some printing."
"Oh, that sounds like fun," said Priscilla, hanging on Clark's arm. "I've always wanted to go there and see what would develop."
"You lay it on the line, don't you?" he asked.
"What?" she said innocently. She didn't quite bat her eyelashes at him but she came close. Everything about her reeked SEX. No red-blooded male could turn down the possibility of her wanting to put out.
"Yeah," he said bitterly. "That's about what I thought. Bennie was telling me how you came up to him just like this and got him all hard and everything, and then backed off at the last minute. A professional cock teaser, he said. Big league stuff."
"I'm nothing of the sort!" she raged.
"If we go to the darkroom, what'll happen there?"
She started to answer and then got frightened. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Going all the way was out of the question, and yet that was exactly what Clark was talking about. She was too confused with her morality and her desires getting in each other's way.
"Let's go and find out anyway," he said, taking her by the arm and almost dragging her along. "I've just gotten so damned horny from shooting pictures of all those goddamn cunts on the cheerleading squad that I'm about ready to pop."
"Why do you call them such vile names?"
"Because it fits them. They're just like you, except maybe they're not as good at being prick teasers."
"Not as good?" asked Priscilla, stunned. She couldn't believe the sort of reputation she'd gotten in such a short time. And it wasn't fair! Hadn't she actually sucked off Bennie? And she had given a handjob to James. Still, in fairness, she realized they had wanted a lot more from her. But she wasn't going to do it because of the thrill she got promising and not delivering.
The thrill and the power goaded her on. She felt herself tensing inside, wondering how far she could string Clark along before he walked off on her. She guessed she could go a long ways with him before he demanded a real commitment from her.
The darkroom of the school newspaper was small and cramped and stank of various chemicals. Clark almost pushed her inside and slammed the door behind them.
"A warning light goes on outside telling folks not to come barging in. We're as private as you can get around the school," he said. "Now how about showing me just what you meant about seeing if something developed."
"I meant pictures," she started. But she never finished. Clark's strong arms circled her body and pulled her impossibly close to him. She was crushed as he kissed her.
She tried to fight and get away but something inside her melted. She slowly returned the kiss and soon they were kissing with a fervor that burned away all her resolve not to go very far at all with Clark. Her body demanded some action, some cock all the way up her virgin cunt.
Then she realized that was a sin. She couldn't allow him to fuck her. That would go against her morals and her upbringing. But anything else was all right, she guessed. After all, she was aroused and her cunt was overflowing with its thick love juices. It just depended on what she wanted to do. Her fingers reached down and fumbled out the teenager's eager, steely hard prick.
"Oh, Clark," she sighed. "It's so big!"
"And getting bigger-because of you," he said.
She squeezed and started stroking up and down the hot length of cockflesh. She loved the way it bucked and danced in the confines of her hand. The skin was just loose enough to move a little along with her hand. This pulled his foreskin up and hid the tip of his prick. Pushing downward, she exposed the sensitive head. The dull orange safety light on in the room made his cock look like an orange popsicle, but meaty and warm and ever so tempting.
"I want to suck on it!" she cried.
She dropped to her knees and popped the cock into her mouth. This time she knew what it was that a man wanted from a woman. She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow. And her tongue lashed out to stroke and arouse every single square inch of his throbbing, virile cock she could reach. He moaned softly and leaned back against the black-topped counter.
"That's great, but I want more," he told her. She looked up. The girl was confused. The emotions raging inside her body told her exactly what to do-she should jump up onto the counter and spread her legs so he could ram this marvelous fuck stick all the way up into her cunt. But her brain vetoed that idea instantly.
"Wh-what else do you want?"
"Your cunt wrapped around my pecker. Get that sweet ass of yours up here, so I can really fuck it."
"No," she said, eyeing his prick and wondering how long it would take to actually suck him off. If she could get him to come, his prick would shrink and he wouldn't even want to fuck her virgin twat then.
"You're not on the Pill, huh?" he said. "That sort of explains some of the stories I've heard about you.
You don't let any guy get up your pussy, do you?"
She shook her head. The blonde hair appeared an odd color due to the orange light, but it obviously turned on the youth even more. His prick snapped to a steely rigid attention.
"Get that ass up here, then, and I'll show you a way of fucking without touching your precious cunt."
Excitement flared in the young girl's body. She could barely believe it. But she wanted to make sure he wasn't giving her a line.
"You're not going to f-f-fuck me and then try to take it out before you come, are you?" She remembered the way James had fucked Gretchen and how difficult it had been for the teenager to pull out just before he came.
"Hell, no, don't worry about it. My cock's not even going into that pussy of yours. Now, dammit, get up here."
His hands went under her arms and he lifted her. She felt as light as a feather, almost floating. She didn't know what he was going to do but it had to be just what she wanted. He bent her over the black counter and hiked up her skirt. His hands stroked over her white cotton panties.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck this lovely ass of yours."
She shuddered as he ripped her panties off her butt. There came a ripping noise and pain all around her waist and then she felt the cool air from the fan blowing across her naked, aroused ass flesh.
The teenager moved in behind her naked ass swiftly. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart. She moaned as she felt his prick diving down into the humid canyon between her buttocks.
And then the head of his prick banged hard against her tightly puckered, pink ring of anal sphincter.
"Oh, that hurts!" she cried. "Don't hurt me!"
"Bullshit, you're going to love it. Just relax. This is great. I can feel my cock getting harder just thinking about fucking your ass!"
She trembled as the blunted head of his cock poked harder into her tightly fisted asshole. The ring of muscle refused to let this male invader all the way up her shit chute. The girl's asshole had been licked and tongued earlier when Gretchen had really gotten going in the shower, but she wondered about having a boy fucking up her tightest passage.
"Is this a sin?" she asked.
"What?" He panted and groaned. His hands grew slippery with sweat on her snowy white half-moons of ass and she could tell by the way his hot and hard prick bounced around against her aroused flesh that he was about ready to come.
"A sin, is this a sin? I've got to know. If it is, I don't want you fucking my asshole."
"God," he muttered, "worrying about crap like that at a time like this. No, babe, it isn't a crime or a sin or anything. It's fun. Now shut your trap and let me in!"
He poked harder and she felt the broad arrowhead-shaped knob slip past her tensed ring. The heat from his cock soothed and relaxed her enough so that he could fuck another inch into her seething bowels.
She fell forward, weak and almost ready to come. Never had she felt such intensity of feeling before.
She thought she'd experienced everything-she was totally wrong.
This was the ultimate feeling in the world. It had to be. She felt the long, hot length of his prick pressing intimately against the walls of her rectum. Her asshole clutched down powerfully around his cock and made it seem even larger in her guts.
"Oh, I'm burning up inside. Fuck me good. I need it!"
Her body knew what to do. She began ramming her hips backwards to get even more of that heavenly prick into her guts. She felt her tender assflesh rubbing against the hairy upper thighs of the youth butt fucking her and shivered with joy. Their bodies fit together like pieces of some erotic jigsaw puzzle. And she wanted even more cock inside her.
He began fucking with slow, deliberate strokes that drove her mad with desire. He pulled back until only the thick, bulbous head of his virile prick remained in her asshole, then he started moving forward. She felt the heat from his body and the powerful battering ram of cock barging into her shitter. When her ass was entirely filled with his throbbing, pulsating prick he began grinding his crotch into her ass.
She came then. The intensity of her sexual needs couldn't be held back any longer. The young teenager soared on the winds of ecstasy blowing through her body. And all the while she was coming, she was aware of the hot, hard fucking cock ramming into her ass.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh! I can't take it any mooooore!" she shrieked. "Stop! Don't do that to me any mooooore!"
"Do what?" grunted the youth. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do. In words I can understand!"
"D-don't fuck my ass any more. My poor asshole is on fire. It feels like-oh sweet Jesus! It feels like millions of ants are gnawing on my flesh. It's too much. That big, swollen prick of yours is tearing me apart inside, too. Oh, stop it! Stop fucking me."
She came again. The words triggered the response deep in her belly. The cock fucking into her asshole helped, but the mental part of the orgasm really ripped her senses apart. The blonde teenager realized how much of fucking was purely mental then. She was the one in control of her own climax.
She relaxed a little and found that she could enjoy the ass fucking even more this way. The smooth way his body moved forward sending his prick all the way up into her asshole. She felt his balls wetly slapping against her cunt lips. And even this slight stimulation was enough to push her over the brink of orgasm another time.
She screamed and ground her ass backwards against his crotch. She had to have that cock of his fucking her so hard and fast and deep that it would come out her mouth. Nothing less would do. The passions raging in her body demanded all out fucking-and nothing less.
Nothing!
She shrieked and moaned and sobbed, the tears leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. She was totally lost in the throes of orgasm then. The sweet surge of desire inside her matched the long, hard fucking strokes of his cock. He slammed her forward repeatedly until she was coming like a human machine gun.
She didn't think she could take much more.
And as she felt her responses dropping off, she began rolling her ass in bigger circles to swirl his hard cock around inside her. She had to have more!
"Shit!" he cried.
And that was it for him. He fucked wildly, all rhythm gone. His prick swelled even more in the tight berth of her asshole. She clamped down savagely on his fast-fucking cock, trying to chop him off and leave that hunk of hot manmeat all the way up her asshole. It didn't work. He was too strong.
The tempo of the fucking may have gone to hell, but the enjoyment was still there for her. She came and came and came. And when the hot rush of his jism filled her asshole, she came again.
Priscilla collapsed weakly on the cool black top of the counter, panting and dripping sweat. The coolness against her tits was nice and she rubbed her lust-hardened nipples back and forth enough to get one more tiny come. The blonde knew it wasn't going to come from the boy's prick. He was already limp, spent.
"You can tease my prick any time you want," Clark said, "as long as you tease it with your asshole.
Damn, you're tight up the ass. The tightest!"
"Thanks," she said, wondering if it really was a sin to have that wonderful cock fucking her cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
"Are you even listening to me?" demanded Gretchen.
"Hmmm, oh, yeah, sure," said Priscilla untruthfully. She had been daydreaming while her friend ranted and raved about-what? She couldn't really remember. She tried to concentrate a little more on what Gretchen was saying and a little less on the ass fucking she had gotten the night before from Clark.
"I'm telling you, Prissy, that you're not going to be able to get any guy in this school if you keep it up."
"Keep what up?"
"This prick teasing of yours. You're leading all the guys on and not delivering. I mean, God, that's not fair, is it?"
"Is what fair? I'm not following you at all, Gretchen."
"You can't come on strong to a guy like Bennie and then turn him off when he gets ready to stick it in."
"You're mad about something else. Did James tell you that the two of us were, uh, well, you know?" She watched the storm cloud of anger cross Gretchen's face. This was it. She had heard James talking about the handjob he'd gotten from Priscilla and decided to stop her.
"Yes, he did. And he's mine. You stay away from him. Just because he's got this thing for blondes doesn't mean you can make a play for him. He's my boyfriend."
"You said you didn't want him any more, that you were bored with him. You even said you were going to look around and play the field. Why shouldn't I make a play for James then if I want?"
"Stay away from him," Gretchen said darkly. "Or I'll smear you all over the school!"
The dark-haired girl stormed off leaving Priscilla wondering what had gone wrong. Just because she had jerked James off didn't mean she had anything really going with him. Sure, she had been mighty close to him in study hall, feeling him up under the table, but nothing had come of it. And the same with Bennie.
She had opened his fly in the school cafeteria and stroked his naked cock until it was hard under the table, but that had been it.
Maybe that was what they were all uptight over, Priscilla thought. They had her pegged as a prick teaser just because she liked to handle cock and wouldn't put out. She wanted to keep her virginity. That was a wedding gift for the man she married. But everything got so mixed up in her head. What was right? She didn't have the foggiest idea anymore.
Priscilla wanted to feel good like she did when she was sucking cock or having it rammed all the way up her ass, but that might be a sin, too. She didn't know. She couldn't ask her minister. The idea that all of that was evil made her recoil in horror.
It felt good!
How could anything that felt so damned good be a sin? And she was worried that actual fucking, having a virile prick shoving in and out of her dewy cunt lips and plunging all the way up into her pussy, might be a lot more fun. That would make it both fun and a sin.
Impossible.
Who could she ask? She started walking, not sure where she was going. By the time she got to the end of the gym, she thought she knew. She could go ask Mr. Nichols, the boys' P.E. coach. He would know about all these things. He was a man. He would know how a man-a teenager-would expect her to react. She might be able to get it all straight in her head and get away from that horrible reputation as being a prick teaser.
Priscilla stopped and simply stared when she saw Coach Nichols. He was with the girls' P.E. coach and they were kissing. Priscilla felt very funny inside. Was he really the man to ask? She sure as hell couldn't interrupt him now, not when he was being so intimate with the other coach.
The blonde girl had heard such things went on all the time. She was seeing first hand how true that was.
She sighed. Coach Nichols might have been able to give her the answers she needed. She wasn't sure. All she knew for a fact was how good he looked.
She doubted if she had ever seen a man more handsome than the brawny coach. Watching him necking with the woman did odd things to Priscilla inside. She wondered if she could wield the same sort of power over Nichols that she seemed to be able to use on all the high school students. She guessed it was possible. He was male and she was female.
And didn't all women use the same tactics? She had no way of telling. The train of thought was derailed when she heard a clump-clump-clump of heavy tennis shoes on the gym floor. Turning, she saw James working out, shooting baskets and generally trying to kill time.
That strange feeling deep inside her came back full force. She knew how to kill time.
The warning Gretchen had given her about laying off of James added zest to the idea of getting him to do-what? She didn't know. But time would tell. She quickly left Coach Nichols to his amorous pursuits and went on a mission of her own after James.
"Hi, Prissy," the boy huffed and puffed as he went in for a lay up shot. "What you doing over here?"
"Watching you. You're pretty good at that, aren't you?"
She crossed her legs so that he got a momentary glimpse of thigh-and higher. She didn't doubt he was able to see all the way to her panty-clad crotch.
"How'd you know that?" he asked, coming over.
She felt the lust flowing full tilt inside her body now. She was in full pursuit of her quarry-and that quarry was James. Could she make him jump through a hoop as she'd done before? She didn't doubt it.
She knew exactly how to get him to do whatever she wanted. All she had to do was promise something she wasn't going to deliver.
It was so simple. Almost too simple, she thought.
"I like to watch the boys practicing," she said. She recrossed her legs in the other direction not making any effort at all at modesty. The blonde girl saw James swallow hard, his Adam's apple bouncing up and down. She knew then that she had him on the hook and wasn't going to let him wiggle free.
This was fun!
"Gretchen never comes over to watch," he said, his eyes riveted on the way her tits swelled and pushed against her bra. The nipples were growing rapidly and stood out in prominent fields of wrinkles on the soft fabric. Her long legs were stretched in front of her and the lustrous blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She was a vision of loveliness-sexiness!-that any man would have responded to. With her making such an obvious come-on play for the teenager, he couldn't help but respond, too.
"My, that bulge is growing," she said, staring at his crotch. "Don't you wear a jock strap?"
"Yeah," he said uncomfortably. "And it's hurting like hell right now-because of you."
"I'd better help you out, then, hadn't I?" she asked innocently. "What can I do to relieve some of that tension?"
"Shit," he muttered. "You're not just saying that to get me going, are you?"
"Whatever do you mean, James?" she asked naively.
He glanced around and said, "Let's go under the bleachers. Nobody'd see us there. We can have a little privacy and you can show me what you're gonna do to relieve some of that strain. But God, let's hurry.
I'm about ready to bust!"
She smiled. It was almost too easy. She had him wrapped around her little finger. Priscilla couldn't decide which thrilled her more, the promise of sexual activity of her choosing or the power she had over him.
They went under the bleachers and James turned and pulled down his gym shorts. She gasped when she saw the full extent of the bulging jock strap. The elastic band was pulled as far as it could go. With a sigh of relief, the teenager pulled the jock strap down and let his fully erect, throbbingly alive cock bounce free in front of his groin.
"Shit, I was ready to die out there. Those legs of yours really turn me on, Prissy. Your legs and your tits and the way you move your ass and everything!"
She didn't know what to say. She wasn't about to let him fuck her up the cunt. And yet her pussy was begging for that cock so much that it slobbered its obscene juices all over her panties and ran down the insides of her thighs. She wanted that cock, she wanted it bad.
But it was a sin.
She couldn't possibly allow him to actually fuck her. She was in control of the situation. No matter what he wanted, she could control him totally.
"Let's fuck," he said simply. His voice threatened to break with the intensity of his desire but she only moved closer, taking his cock in her hand.
"There are other things," she said quietly, sticking her tongue in his ear. She rolled that agile oral organ around and then began stabbing in and out of the tight channel with her cock-hard tongue. She breathed heavily so that she further sensitized his flesh and then gently bit down on his earlobe.
"I want to fuck you," he said again. "And you're not going to jack me off like you did before. This time I'm going to really fuck you!"
She thought about Clark screwing her up the ass. That had been fun but it had gotten out of hand. She hadn't expected him to be so sophisticated and knowledgeable as all that. She sure wasn't going to allow James to fuck her up the ass. Priscilla wanted to keep control of the situation. All the while that Clark had been butt fucking her, she had been wondering what it was like to take a man's prick up her twat.
She couldn't allow that to happen now. She might weaken and give in to the sin involved in all-out fucking.
"Why not like before?" she whispered hotly, her tongue running around the rim of the teenager's ear.
Her hand started working up and down actively on his thick cock. She felt the heat and the power locked up in that fuck stick. It thrilled her. She wanted more of it.
But not up her cunt.
"Damn you!" James cried, gripping her by her arms and shaking her hard. Her teeth rattled. "You goddamn little prick tease. What do you mean you only want to jerk me off? You got me hard and now I want to do something with my boner!"
She stepped back, thinking about leaving him with his cock painfully hard, then stopped. She needed sexual attention as much as he did. But if she didn't allow him to drive that prick all the way into her cunt, what could she do to relieve some of the aching need she felt inside?
The blonde teenager remembered how nice it had been when Gretchen had eaten her out. The feel of that rough, pink, darting tongue had turned her on in a big way. And this seemed the perfect revenge on Gretchen. Priscilla could make the other girl's boyfriend eat her pussy!
"Want to eat me out?" she asked, stepping back and hiking up her skirt. She pulled down her panties and kicked them toward the youth. He watched them slide over the polished floor and then glanced up and saw the divine triangle of her blonde pussy.
"God," he said, his eyes fixed on the dewy, damp cunt fur.
"Eat me out. Lick my cunt," she said, slipping down to lie back on the floor. Her knees raised and she opened her cunt lips with her fingers so that the pink inner lips fluttered and beckoned to him. "But just use your mouth. Not your cock."
"I want to fuck you," he said like a robot, moving in closer.
"I'll split if you even try!" she cautioned.
"Shit," he said and then dived down to the tasty meal of pussy meat offered him. His tongue lashed out and licked the entire length of the cunt lips. This was all it took to get him hooked. Gone was all thought of actually fucking her pussy with his cock. He would tongue fuck her-just as the blonde girl wanted.
She sobbed with the intensity of feeling inside her belly. His rough lapping motions up and down her puffy, turgid cunt lips were almost enough to get her off. She stayed rocked back on her shoulders, her fingers holding open her pussy lips for him. She felt wanton, totally lewd and abandoned.
But this wasn't a sin. Only having her cherry popped was a sin. As long as he didn't give her his prick up her cunt, she wasn't sinning. This was ... pure pleasure, not sin!
"Eat me out good," she begged. "Drive that tongue all the way up my poor little cunny!"
"God, it is little, too," he gasped. "I never felt a pussy cling to my tongue like that. Let me fuck you!"
"NO! Only your mouth. Give me all the mouth love you can. I need it so bad!"
He drove his probing tongue into her pussy lips. For a moment, she hung suspended in midair, then she erupted in the wild cataclysm of orgasm. She blew apart inside.
Everything he did to her cunt was superb. His hot breath gusting through the tangled jumble of her pussy mound thrilled her. His nose burrowed into the fleecy fur and rubbed across her clit. And his lips caressed and kissed her cunt lips in a way that sent volts of carnal electricity zinging throughout her body.
Best of all was his hard-driving tongue surging all the way into her cunt hole. He slid that rough, dexterous tongue into her cunt hole and stroked along the velvet-hung walls of her pussy. The fuck tunnel convulsed as she came again. She felt her pussy walls clutching wildly at his tongue. Tensing her inner muscles allowed the girl to hang onto his tongue for an instant.
And then it slid free. She almost cried with frustration. She loved the feel of it inside her. It was hot and exciting. The roughness of it as it stroked her nerve endings and slurped up her fuck sauces couldn't be described.
"More!" she begged. "Deeper with your tongue. Give me all you can. Fill me up with your tongue! Fuck me with your goddamn tongue!"
She didn't usually use words like that. Just mouthing them pushed her over the edge of climax again.
Every light touch of his face and tongue on her most sensitive flesh turned her on anew. And when he turned his attention from her cunt hole and all its slippery juices to her clit, she couldn't hold back the hurricane of emotion that boiled inside her.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, then tongued the pointy tip until she was writhing and thrashing around on the floor like a fish out of water. She was lost in a wonderland of sex. Everything he did to her now was enough to pluck the taut string of desire stretched in her belly. He sucked harder on her clit and she came. He licked across the tiny button and she came. He used his teeth on the slippery sides of her clit and she came.
She came like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. She didn't think she could stand any more, but when he rammed his finger all the way up her asshole, she found out just how wrong she could be.
She quaked like a leaf in a high wind as orgasm sailed through her young, naive body. She even began shoving her snatch down so that he would be able to get more of his mouth onto her most sensitive parts. And when his tongue slid back into the well-oiled fuck tunnel, she came again.
Priscilla was carried away from the world. But she felt strangely separated from her joy. Part of her brain coolly analyzed what was going on. She was getting off on the power over the boy as much as anything.
She was the one in control. He had wanted to fuck her. She had said no and that was that.
Another part of her joy was proving that she could take any boy away from Gretchen. Gretchen was her best friend but she had introduced a sexual rivalry into their friendship that Priscilla was only beginning to appreciate. If Gretchen didn't want her fooling around with James, that was precisely what she would do!
"More, James, more of your tongue inside me. Tongue fuck me gooooood!"
She lifted her ass off the floor as he began finger fucking her butt. He used the same rhythm with his tongue, driving it deep into her seething cunt with just the right speed to drive her wild. She wondered in a sex-dazed way if he could feel his tongue with his finger through her delicate inner membrane.
And then the orgasm struck her that was so hard it spun her completely around. She ended up lying face down on the floor, James behind her wondering what to do. He bent forward and kissed her ass. This single act told Priscilla of her total and complete domination of him-and all boys.
She had only to promise to fuck-or hold out the possibility of it-and they were her sex prisoners.
"Sorry, James, got to go," she said.
"But ... but my cock!" he protested. "Look at it!"
She glanced at the throbbing fuck stick and almost laughed. If anything it had gotten even harder.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Priscilla picked up her discarded panties and hurriedly slipped into them. She buttoned up her gaping blouse and smoothed her skirt while James watched in a stunned silence. She turned and left him without another word.
Why should she say anything to him? He was almost beneath her contempt. He was a prisoner of his biological urges. She couldn't help that. He was the one responsible for his own behavior. If he fell all over himself wanting to fuck her that was his problem, not hers.
She hastened to get outside the gym. She guessed he would be quite a while under the bleachers jerking off to relieve the strain caused by him eating her out. She almost laughed. Priscilla was tempted to go back and watch as the white geyser of the boy's come arched out and spattered onto the wall under the bleachers. That would be a sight worth seeing.
The blonde teenager stopped outside the gym, panting and laughing to herself. She had shown Gretchen! She had been able to take away her boyfriend with no strain at all. Or at least, no strain on her. It had been hell on James!
Priscilla caught her breath and then remembered why she had come over here in the first place. She wasn't so sure of herself as it seemed when she was with James and Clark and Bennie. And her reputation was growing by leaps and bounds. Maybe she was a cock teaser like they all said. It didn't seem that way to her.
She decided she did need advice from someone who would know, someone older and more experienced.
Someone like Coach Nichols.
She shivered, thinking about the sexy coach. But Priscilla needed advice, not further arousal. She was already superheated.
The blonde teenager went into the men's end of the gym and looked around. She saw Mr. Nichols by one of the water fountains, bending over to get a drink. She had to take a big breath of air to calm herself down. The sight of the muscular man really turned her on and she hardly knew why. He was years and years older than she was. He must have been at least thirty!
"Yeah, what do you want?" he asked when he saw her.
"Coach Nichols, I have a problem you might be able to help me with. Do you have a couple minutes you can spare?"
He eyed her and slowly smiled. "Whatever your problem is, I'm sure I can help you with it. Come on in to my office where we can talk."
Nervously Priscilla went into the glass-walled office. One of the windows looked out into the boys' locker room. But the room was empty-otherwise she might have been really distracted.
"What can I do for you?" he asked and then smiled lewdly. She almost turned and ran from the room, then calmed herself enough to tell the man her troubles.
"All the boys call me a prick teaser," she said, almost blushing when she said the words. "I don't know why. I ... I like boys and want to be with them but I just don't understand why they call me that."
"You must be this Priscilla chick they're all talking about," he said, leaning back in his big swivel chair and eyeing her intently now. "You got one hell of a rep, kid. A big one. And you're right. They all think you're the Prime, A-1, All-Time Champ Prick Teaser. What the hell do you do to them? Show me."
"I ... I don't know what I do to them," she said, not noticing the coach's hand slowly moving across his own crotch. She stood and walked about the small room, gesturing and brushing her hands back through her long, lustrous blonde hair.
"Your blouse is unbuttoned," the coach commented. His voice was level and flat, almost sounding dead, but Priscilla heard the tremor beneath the words. He was turned on by her.
And when she realized that, she was even more aroused by him than she had been watching him bending over at the water fountain. She could have him-just like she had Bennie and James and Clark, she realized.
Something snapped inside her. She didn't try to understand or control it. The lusts boiling in her belly were too great to be contained. She had to do what she did. She had to make a play for the handsome young coach.
"Unbuttoned?" she asked innocently. "Why, so it is. How did it get that way, I wonder?"
She let her fingers slip down the front of her blouse. Button after button came undone and allowed her tits to come bulging out the neckline.
"Why, I shouldn't do that, should I?" she said modestly. She chastely turned her back and contrived to get the blouse down over her shoulders. The coach's reflection in the glass window told her that he was really turned on now. He was leaning forward and his eyes were bugging out. She could see his hand working frantically under the level of the desk-in exactly the spot she was most interested in.
"Don't stop," he said hoarsely.
She shucked off the blouse and let it drop to the floor. She stood naked to the waist, her back turned to the man. She guessed he could see her turgid nipples reflected in the glass. That was just fine with her.
Reaching high over her head and clutching her hands together, she gave a sinuous ripple that any snake would have been proud of.
This made her entire body twitch and flow, her tits bobbing in front of her and her ass rolling in a gentle motion. Her tits swung free in front of her as she spun around. Stopping suddenly made them bounce and bob around. She clutched both arms in front of her tits and tried to hide them.
"My, my, coach, don't look. It isn't nice. I seem to have dropped my blouse. Just you close your eyes while I bend over to pick it up."
She bent forward at the waist and her skirt hiked up over her hips. She didn't try to keep it down. The coach was treated to the sight of her white cotton pantie-clad buttocks. She wiggled them just enough to tell the coach that she was a woman and knew it, then stood, clutching the blouse to her chest.
"Shit, baby, if you do that kind of thing for those kids, they just wouldn't appreciate it. But I'm no green kid. I know what's what. And I know how to pleasure a woman like you."
She thrilled at hearing this fine specimen of a man calling her a woman, but she wasn't really sure what all he meant. When he stood, she saw his prick jutting out at full erection in front of his groin. The sight almost robbed her of her speech.
"Get around the desk and let's get it on. I want to show you some of the tricks I bet none of those wet behind the ears kids ever used on you. God, and I bet you're a natural blonde, too."
"I am," she said primly. "But I don't understand what ... "
He stared at her, his eyes wide. Then he squinted just a bit and said, "You get me all hot with that strip tease and then you claim you don't know what's going on? Listen, kid, that kind of stuff is for real prick teasers. Don't pull it on me. We both know what you want. You wouldn't have come in here otherwise."
"Now, look, Coach Nichols. I just wanted to talk!"
"The hell you say. Get that perky ass of yours around here so we can get to the hot and heavy fucking.
My cock's just itching to bury itself up your blonde pussy."
"NO!"
She turned and ran to the door of his office. Confused, frightened at the turn of events, she ran out into the locker room instead of out the door into the gym. She stumbled and almost fell over one of the wooden benches. Panicked, unsure what to do, she dropped her blouse and ran into the showers.
Seeing that this was a dead end, the frightened girl turned and tried to retrace her steps. She couldn't.
Standing there blocking the entrance was Coach Nichols, his face a mask of anger and his prick jutting outward like a fleshy sword of vengeance.
"You are the biggest goddamn cock tease I ever saw," he said. "And I'm going to show you what I do to cock teasers."
He advanced and she backed up, her arms trying to hide her tits. She failed. The pointy tips of her nipples came between her arms and tightened into hard nubbins of erectile flesh. The fear made her heart pound faster and this rushed more and more blood into her boobs. She thought they might explode at any instant. There wasn't much difference between fear and sexual arousal.
And then he grabbed her.
His fingers raked the girl's soft, satiny-skinned flanks and slipped under the waistband of her skirt. He jerked once and ripped the garment entirely off. She stood clad only in the ridiculous cotton panties.
Those went with his second hard yank.
"Please," she begged, standing bare-ass naked in front of the raging man. "Don't do this to me!"
"I'll do anything I goddamn well please to you," he snapped. And he advanced, his prick poking between her legs. She tried to hold him off, to keep her legs pressed tightly together. The more she struggled, the harder it was for her to effectively fight him off. Whenever she tried to hit him, he moved closer and her fists landed on his broad, powerful back. She tried to knee him in the groin. All that did was open up her snatch to his probing cock.
She almost passed out when his prick shot up against her cunt lips for the first time. The feel of his hot, demanding prick so close to the very spot where she had denied any man entry was a psychological as well as a physical blow for the young girl.
She almost collapsed and this allowed the man to surge forward and drive his prick into her cunt. She gasped as he penetrated her hole. His cock had unerringly found her juicy cunt hole and dipped into it.
The entire head of his cock vanished and then smashed hard into the rubbery sheath of her cherry, still tautly stretched across her virgin cunt.
"Goddamn, a virgin. I wouldn't have believed any man-hating, prick-teasing, slimy cunt like you would still be a virgin. This is going to be a special pleasure and a rare privilege," he said.
"No, no, please, no!" she moaned over and over. It did no good. He was going to rape her no matter what she said or did. He was too strong for her. He could have his will with her-and would.
He maintained the steady pressure against that membrane buried a few inches up her cunt. She felt the tension in her body-and then it turned to pain as he pressed even harder. She arched her back. This caused her cunt to mash down on his prick.
She felt the membrane inside her break. He had popped her cherry. And then his prick surged into her untried, bloody cunt. She bled inside from the man's cherry-robbing cock and she knew she was ruined for life.
This was a sin. She had wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. And the pain in her guts was tearing her up. And worst of all, she liked it!
The feel of the man's cock resting hotly in her impossibly tight virgin cunt turned her on. She liked it! She wanted him to really fuck her. Everything she had been taught to believe in was gone in a flash. Now she felt wanton, a whore, used, a bitch in heat. Nothing mattered but getting all that cock fucking her-hard.
"Stop it," she pleaded. "You're hurting me. This ... this is rape!"
"Rape it is," he agreed savagely. "And you deserve it. Flaunting those young tits and firm ass of yours around like that and expecting all the men to just do whatever you pleased. You deserve my cock."
He brutally jerked and sent his prick racing even deeper into her twat. She screamed and her entire body shivered under the impact. He began grinding his hips in a circular motion, digging his cock into her pussy even further. She felt her puffy cunt lips bruise under the assault.
And what was even worse, she was turned on more than she had ever been before by this raping man's cock!
She thought back to when Clark had butt fucked her. She had wondered what a prick up her pussy would feel like. She was discovering that now. And in a bizarre way, she could relax and allow the real pleasure of the fucking to reach her dazed brain.
The blonde teenager wasn't sinning. She wasn't responsible for this at all. How could any young girl like her possibly fight off a powerful man like Coach Nichols? No one could blame her. She was being forced to fuck. She was the victim of rape. So what if she enjoyed it?
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she cried, then came. The familiar sensation of orgasm blasted through her no-longer-virgin cunt. She felt the sharp contractions in her pussy walls as they squeezed down powerfully on the cock buried inside her belly.
"Goddamn," panted the man. "Your pussy is doing things to my cock no other chick's cunt has ever done. If I hadn't popped your cherry with my own cock, I'd never believe you were a virgin. But then you're still a real cock teaser, aren't you?"
"Don't call me that," she moaned out. She could hardly keep a thought straight in her head now. The full impact of the fucking was filling her to the breaking point.
She should have felt outrage at this rape. Shock. Disbelief. Instead she had felt relief. She wasn't sinning and she was able to give herself fully to him, as long as she didn't come out and say that. She had wanted Coach Nichols to give her the answer to her problems and he had.
He had given her the solution and it was a good eight inches long and all of it was fucking her virgin twat.
Priscilla wondered if the sexual needs in her body were growing rapidly instead of diminishing. She felt the now familiar tensions in her belly. But there was more, ever so much more. Her loins were on fire. The first jab of his cock against her pussy lips had lit fires inside her that grew in size until she was threatened with being totally devoured.
Every single thrust of his cock into her gripping, juicy twat added fuel to her carnal flames. And when he lifted her ass off the cold tile floor of the shower using only the cock buried inside her pussy, she came again. The gigantic cock touched nerves and spots in her pussy that had been neglected up till now.
He fucked her fully, totally, not missing a single spot in her churning, agitated and ruptured twat.
"More," she sobbed. "I need it all. Fuck me as hard and fast as you can. Ride me, ride me haaaaard!"
She came even as she was begging him for more. She realized she was treading on the narrow line between sin and morality. She was begging for more and that was wrong. Yet she couldn't stop herself.
It was as if her moral self had fled under the assault of his prick on her virgin fortress.
"So the cock teasing bitch wants more of it, huh? I thought so. You're all alike, all you blonde whores.
You flaunt your tits and make like you're royalty, too good for most men. But you're all alike, all of you, you cunt!"
"Why are you doing this to me? Oh, it hurts! It hurts goood!"
She came again, amazed at the way her body was turning traitor on her. She ached horribly inside from where his prick had burst through her cherry. The blood oozed out of her pussy along with her aroused fuck juices. It hardly seemed possible she could feel both pain and pleasure at the same time.
The blonde girl propped her head up and saw the huge prick vanishing repeatedly between her pussy lips. Those flaps of delicate flesh parted eagerly to accept the man's prick. And she felt every single contour of his cock once it had raced balls-deep into her cunt.
Tensing and relaxing her cunt walls gave her a complete map of his prick. The big blue vein on the topside pulsed with virile lust for her. The sides of his fuck shaft were rippled with veins and folds of flesh as he drove in and out of her slippery slit. But what thrilled her the most was the feel of the plum-tipped end pressing hotly and expanding her virgin-tight cunt walls to the breaking point.
Her pussy expanded to meet the demands placed on it by that hard-fucking cock. The resilient inner walls of her pussy took his cock and then clutched hard at it. She tensed and relaxed and then came again. The broad head of his cock pulsated with every excited beat of his heart.
"I can't take any moooore!"
His hands reached under her and gripped her buttocks in a firm hold. He kneaded her asscheeks as if they were lumps of dough. When he began pulling and rotating them, she found her cunt smashing down even more on the hidden cock. She didn't know what he was doing to her but lust had been born inside her body that hadn't been there before.
"Gotta fuck more, deeper," he panted. His face had turned into a mask of lust. He closed his eyes and sweat ran down his face. He arched his back to drive his prick even deeper into her softly yielding cunt.
Steely fingers pulled at her fleshy buttocks. And every stroke caused his balls to slap wetly against her upturned ass. She was turned on by the very act of rape.
"Gonna pump harder into that clinging cunt," he grunted. And he did as he said he would. His hips seemed to come alive. The even rhythm of his fucking vanished. This was ragged, animalistic rutting. He tried to rip her apart all the way to the chin using only his fleshy sword of cock flesh.
She moaned and felt every single impact against her body. And strangely, she loved it. This was rape and she loved it, needed it, wanted more!
He pumped furiously into her pussy, then gasped as she tensed her cunt muscles again around his throbbing prick. He jerked and she felt the hot rush of his jism filling her pussy to overflowing.
For a second, she didn't know how to respond to it. She was frightened at the feel of his cum pouring out inside her twat. She didn't want to get pregnant. She wasn't on the Pill. And yet it was thrilling. This was the first time she had experienced this delightful sensation.
Her body triumphed over her mind.
She came again.
The pair was locked together in mutual orgasm. He poled furiously into her cunt while she drifted and floated on the winds of ecstasy blowing through her tender young body. And when his prick softened and slipped from her pussy, amid a flow of her own love juices and his creamy-white jism, she relaxed.
"God," she said. "I never thought it would be like this."
He looked at her with a mixture of lust and contempt on his face. "I hope you got what you were looking for," he said.
"I ... I think so," she answered, still confused by the enormity of what had just happened to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Shit, I tell you I came that close to fucking her-the blonde bitch," came James' voice echoing through the boys' locker room.
"I fucked her up the ass," bragged Clark. "She claimed she wasn't on the Pill and didn't want to get knocked up. I just scored and you didn't, that's all," he said, laughing at James.
"Shit, I got her to suck me off," came Bennie's voice. "That's not too much, I know, but it's something.
But you're both right, she is one hell of a cock teaser. I mean, God, my prick felt like it was going to fall off before she wrapped those lips of hers around it."
"She's just leading us all on," said James in disgust. "I didn't mind eating out her pussy, but I wanted more."
"Did you jerk off?"
"Naw, I just put up with it-until it went down," James said. "And dammit, it still hurts thinking of how close I came to that blonde pussy. What I wouldn't give to fuck her!"
Priscilla heard the boys coming into the shower and panicked. But she wasn't in any position to run out, not with Coach Nichols still pinning her to the cold tile floor in the shower.
"Yeah, I agree. I'd give a hell of a lot to fuck Prissy. I...." Clark's voice died as he stepped bare-ass naked into the shower and saw Nichols and Priscilla on the floor. The tiny river of jizz leaking from between her red cunt lips told him exactly what had been happening.
The other two teenagers came and stopped, dead silent. Their eyes studied the scene and returned again and again to the blonde pussy still gaping so wide and wanton. "Don't look so shocked, boys," said Coach Nichols. "It is exactly what you think. You might call it rape, but you know better, I hope."
"Rape?" said James weakly.
"She came into my office and danced around half naked, leading me on just as she's been doing with you guys. Only I wouldn't put up with it. I called her bluff and I fucked her."
Clark laughed bitterly. "And I wanted to be the first to fuck her. But tell me, Coach, was she really a card-carrying, professional virgin?"
"Yeah, she was," said the man as he slowly stood. He towered over the still frightened girl on the floor.
"But she's not anymore. I took her card and punched it good. With this." He flipped his limp prick up and down, sending a small shower of cum into the air to land on Priscilla's face and hair.
"Wh-what're we going to do?" asked Bennie.
"I'll tell you what you can do," said Coach Nichols. "You can turn around and go tell the principal-and the cops-that I raped her. I'd be sent up for rape, maybe even statutory rape. But you all know better than that."
"What else can we do?" asked James slyly. He obviously had an idea in mind about what he'd like to do.
"She's been leading you on. She's been getting you hard and then leaving you that way, hasn't she? I've heard you all talking. I know. Now's your chance to do what she's been promising and not delivering.
Nobody'll ever know."
"What if she tells?" asked Bennie nervously. His prick was beginning to slowly jerk aloft. In a few more minutes he would have a full fl-edged hard-on.
"What if she does?" said James. "Everybody knows she's been asking for it. But who'll she tell? Who'd believe her? With the reputation she has now ... "
"You can't do this to me!" she cried. Priscilla got to her knees and begged of Coach Nichols, "Don't let them do this to me!"
"Why not? You tried the same stunt on me. I'm just a little older and more experienced with handling chicks like you. About time they learned how to handle cunts like you who promise the world and deliver shit."
"NO!"
"Boys, you can have her. Decide among yourselves who's to be first. I'll be in the office. I don't think we'd want others coming in and joining the line, at least not till we're all satisfied."
"Yeah!"
"Right!"
"That's a good idea, Coach," they all chimed.
The three teenagers exchanged looks, then glanced at each other's pricks. James had a raging hard-on already. The others were only half erect. A silent communication passed between them until Bennie spoke up.
"She's yours first, James. After what you said she did to you earlier today, you deserve first crack."
"I won't be the first into her crack," said James, "but this is going to be a hell of a relief for my poor, hurting prick. Get on your hands and knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck you doggy style."
"Wh-what?" Priscilla was too confused to understand what he wanted to do. She was totally naked and had never felt more vulnerable in her life. Before the three naked youths she was completely helpless.
Even if she managed to get past them, she would never be able to elude the coach in the outer office.
And could she run naked through the school?
"On your hands and knees, bitch!" shouted James. He grabbed her long hair and pulled hard so that her face was almost shoved into the tile floor of the shower. She found herself in the exact position he had ordered.
With her ass wiggling so nakedly in the air, she felt exposed and panicky. She had no idea what he was really going to do to her. While she felt fear, she almost was experiencing a rush of lust that threatened to inundate her senses. The blonde teenager was helpless but she couldn't help but feel stark desire for that huge prick jerking and bucking so powerfully in front of James' groin.
The youth dropped to his knees behind her. She shivered as she felt his hands moving along her sides, reaching around her body and finding her tits. He gripped her tits and squeezed down hard.
She moaned but it was with pleasure. She loved the sensations rippling through her chest.
"It gets better," he said. "But first I want to make sure you're ready for my cock."
His hands circled the bases of her tits, then slowly moved to the pointy nipples. He squeezed harder and harder as he went, as if he were milking a cow. She felt the aroused blood in her boobs compressed into her nipples. Those tiny points of erectile flesh expanded and soon looked like red, pointing fingers. They pulsed and throbbed and made her feel so sexy she could hardly stand it.
"They're on fire," she sobbed. "On fire!"
"And this is going to heat them up even more," said James, obviously loving the fact that the tables were turned on the cock-teasing girl. He was the one who was in control now.
And what surprised Priscilla the most was that she didn't mind the switch in power. She almost wanted the boy to do all this to her. It took away the responsibility and prevented her from sinning more. If she couldn't stop it-and loved it-was this a sin?
She didn't think it could be. She couldn't stop James from fondling her tits like he was doing. Nor could she stop the others from standing around and making lewd suggestions.
"Fuck her pussy good, James," said Bennie. "But I don't want no sloppy seconds. I like my pussy nice and wet with fuck juice, not some other guy's jizz."
"So you can wash her cunt out for her under the shower," said Clark. "Me, I don't care. Let James fuck her pussy. I'll follow him up. Besides, the coach's already had her up the cunt. So his jizz is in there."
"Yeah, I saw it leaking out of her twat," agreed Bennie.
"Shut up, both of you," snapped James. "I want to keep my mind on how hot this bitch actually is."
"So get it in and get it on!" said Clark.
Priscilla felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to laugh and cry and run and stay. She was so confused she couldn't move. The hands on her tits made her nipples swell even more. They felt as if they might pop at any second. And the way her heart pounded so hard made it hard for her to breathe.
Her entire body shivered as if she had a high fever when she felt the long, thick shaft of James' prick pushing between her ass cheeks. He poked down into the humid cavern between her meaty buttocks and then probed even lower. The tip of his heavy prick raked along her cunt lips.
She sobbed louder now, tears running down her cheeks. She could feel the salty tracks drying and her entire body heaved with the intensity of her emotion. She was nothing more than a toy for them now.
But hadn't she been using them in exactly the same way? She had been toying with them, getting them horny and then leaving them high, hot and hard.
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed as she felt the broad, purple knob of James' prick part her slick pussy lips and enter her cunt hole.
He shoved hard, trying to ram balls-deep into her cunt. Something about the angle prevented that sudden surge into her belly. His cock seemed to hang up less than an inch into her cunt. They both grunted as his prick bent slightly. She wiggled her hips and this straightened out her fuck tunnel enough to allow him to shoot in balls-deep.
She thought she was going to pass out from the sudden entry. The coach's cock had seemed big to her virgin cunt. James' prick was even bigger in her barely tried pussy.
"No, no, you're hurting me," she groaned.
"You ain't felt nothing yet," grunted the youth.
His hands worked on the meaty asscheeks and pulled them apart. She thought she was going to come from the way he did it. The feel of his strong fingers diving down into that humid crevice was almost as thrilling to her as when he was milking her tits.
"Fuck her good. I want to see how an old pro does it," said Bennie.
"Shut up and keep your hand off your cock, dummy," said Clark. "You'll, want it good and hard when you get your chance with her."
Priscilla could hardly believe this was happening. The rape with the coach was one thing. She could almost accept that-almost. But this gang rape by all the boys she thought she had so firmly under her control confused her. Didn't she have them begging her for her sexual favors?
It was obvious they were taking what she had only promised before. They had had too much of her cock teasing. But she didn't think of what she'd done as cock teasing. She had been horny and still shy about boys. That had been her way of finding out how her own body responded and discovering the mysteries of their wonderful pricks.
James fucked slowly in and out of her pussy. Rather than being outraged at this, the girl felt good. The feel of his cock moving slowly against her humid cunt walls thrilled her strangely. She should have been screaming for mercy. Her newly reamed-out cunt hurt like hell. And the way he was fucking only made the blood flow even more.
"Speed it up, man," complained Bennie. "If you don't, I'm gonna cream all over the place."
"Just keep a grip on it," said James, his voice strained. The girl knew why. Her impossibly tight pussy was squeezing down on his hidden prick even more. Her virgin cunt was giving him a working over that he wouldn't soon forget!
"Fuck her and let us have our turn," said Clark. "I'm getting as horny as Bennie. And that's something pretty fierce!"
"No, no," said Priscilla, feeling his prick slipping from her cunt. The youth fucking her like a dog misinterpreted what she meant.
"Listen, you dumb cunt, you've put us on long enough. We're going to do what we should have done before. We're all going to fuck you like this!"
He speeded up and used short, quick strokes that made the girl gasp. She thought she was on fire inside.
The friction burned away her cunt oils quickly and the cockhead slid directly against her trembling cunt walls. His hands held firmly at her hips and he pulled her back against his crotch with each and every one of his rapid thrusts.
She came.
Her entire world collapsed and then exploded into a million pieces. She screamed and moaned and felt the tears running down her cheeks. The hot flush as blood rushed passionately through her body caused her tits to swell. She felt them swaying under her chest, heavy and pendulous. The movement turned her on even more and kept her on the top of her orgasm even longer than she would have thought possible.
"More, I want more cock!"
James laughed. "See? She likes my cock. And she'd been dicking around so long I didn't think she would admit it."
He really fucked her cunt then. His prick was like a machine piston. It drilled hard and fast into her softly yielding depths. She felt her cunt walls crush down mightily on his cock as she came again.
Panting, she came out of her wondrous orgasm to realize she could be an active participant in this fucking. She could get even more pleasure out of it if she would join in.
Ramming her hips back, she managed to get his prick into her cunt another full inch. She felt the blunted head of his glans bouncing off her softly padded cervix deep in her guts. The throbbing, virile prick pushed her over the edge of orgasm again.
"Shit, oh, shit!" the youth fucking her cried out. "I can't hang on much longer. It feels like my cock got trapped in a mine cave-in or something. She's crushing me flat!"
"Keep on fucking, man," said Clark. "Don't stop. You're the one that's gotta show her what a real stud can do."
"Shut up. I ... oh, shiiit!" James' entire body twitched as he fought down the fiery tide of his jism. His balls were tumbling and lurching insanely in the tiny, hairy bag under his long cock. The lead-heavy jism had come to a boil and threatened to erupt at any second.
Forcing himself to calm down a little bit, he managed to keep from coming like a kid getting his first piece of ass. But it was hard. He had to admit she was gorgeous-and her pussy was one in a million.
Most of the chicks he fucked had cunts like sewer pipes, big and gaping. Not this blonde bitch. Her pussy was so tight it felt as if he was thrusting his cock into a surgeon's glove filled with lava.
The hot surge of his jism rose again, about halfway along his prick. He kept fucking, knowing that he had his reputation on the line. He had to get her off again to prove what a stud he was.
He needn't have worried. Keeping Priscilla from coming again from the active fucking would have been harder.
She felt the sexual tensions reaching the breaking point. She felt weak all over and collapsed so that her forehead rested on her crossed forearms. This shoved her ass even more forcefully back against his crotch. His cock penetrated her cunt as deeply as possible.
By tensing and relaxing her pussy walls around his hard-fucking prick, she gave him a sensuous massage that had almost immediate results. His prick swelled up even more in the hot, wet confines of her cunt.
And then his rhythm went to hell. He had been fucking into her with short, quick strokes that warmed her with the carnal friction and melted down her reserves.
His body took total control from him. He fucked hard and deep with no rhythm at all. But neither cared.
They were both lost in the throes of orgasm.
She felt the hot rush of his come in her aroused pussy. It was like pouring acid onto an already open wound. She responded with even greater cries of pleasure and pain than before.
He pumped gallons of his creamy-white jism into her hungrily sucking cunt and then fell backwards onto his heels, his prick already going limp. He panted heavily and sweat ran down his face and body.
"What a cunt," he said. "I never felt anything like that. I swear it was like having a hand in a velvet glove crushing me flat." He looked at his prick to make sure it hadn't been damaged either by the pressure or the heat.
Priscilla didn't know what to think. She still burned inside from the fucking. She wasn't even sure if she wanted more-but that choice wasn't hers to make. The other two teenagers advanced on her.
CHAPTER NINE
Priscilla looked up and saw nothing but hard, throbbing pricks approaching her. She panicked. She had been raped and then raped again. She had perversely liked it and that made her too confused to know what she really wanted out of it all. She had to stop them so she could think this through.
While the fucking had been going on, the pain in her pussy was almost nothing. Pleasure was everything.
But now that the fucking had stopped and all the deliciously hard prick had gone from her twat, she felt the hollow aching-and pain. Her cunt had been torn apart by the coach's prick. He had popped her cherry and she was still trickling out blood from that.
She might be permanently damaged. She didn't know. But she did know in a flash that she couldn't allow Bennie and Clark to have their turns fucking her. She had to get away, naked or not.
As they advanced on her, she scooted between their legs and out the shower exit. She stood there bare ass naked, jism leaking from her cunt and down the insides of her legs and her long blonde hair flying from side to side as she sought out a way to escape.
The door out into the gym seemed the only way. She ran for it.
And felt a strong arm around her waist picking her up off her feet.
"Nope, cunt, you're not going anywhere," came the coach's cold voice. "I figured they might not be able to handle you so I was waiting for something like this to happen."
"Let me go! I'll scream!"
"Go ahead and see if I care. It's after school now and there's nobody else around. Not even the janitor, since this is Friday."
She screamed and kicked and tried to fight. It was all useless. She was trapped and totally at this man's mercy.
Clark, Bennie and James came trotting up, panting, their eyes wide with horror. "God, coach, she just slipped away. We couldn't stop her!"
"That's okay. I figured you might get too involved. I was waiting for her to come out. But you guys forfeited your turn. I get her again."
Priscilla went cold all over. But the cold lump forming in her belly was a little bit strange. It mingled fear and thrill together in a way she could hardly understand.
This was the man who had popped her cherry. He was older, more mature than the teenagers waiting around, their hard-ons looking ridiculous as they bobbed in front of their groins. There wasn't a thing in the world ridiculous about Coach Nichols-or his prick.
"But first, I'm going to have to punish her. What's the usual for trying to cut class?" he asked the three boys.
They exchanged looks, then laughed. Clark spoke up. "About twenty swats with your paddle."
"That's what it'll be, then. Twenty swats across that lily-white ass of hers. You guys help hold her down."
"No, you can't do this. You can't get away with raping me and beating me and doing...." They showed her how wrong she was. They pulled her into the coach's office and Bennie and James each took one of her arms. They stretched her face down across the wide desk. Clark got down and held her ankles so she couldn't move.
All the blonde teenager could do was raise her head and see the coach taking down a broad wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. If that hit her ass, it would smart like hell!
"I put the holes in it to cut down on air resistance," he explained. "I was doing a lot of paddling and not really getting my message across. This lets me swing as hard as I like. Like this!"
Priscilla almost passed out when the paddle smashed into her fleshy asscheeks. The pain shot all the way into her body. But the pain ebbed after a few seconds and she felt something peculiar happening in her pussy. It was beginning to drool. She was responding sexually to this beating!
"Stop it! Please, oh, oh!"
She shrieked as the paddle landed with a meaty Chunk on her tender ass. The heat boiling up from inside her pussy threatened to erupt like a volcano. She felt the heat from her spanked ass seeping into her belly and spreading like wildfire after the third and fourth swats.
With the teenagers holding her so firmly, she couldn't dodge the blows. They landed with a deadly rhythm that jarred her every single time. She moaned with the pain and soon lost count. All that mattered to her was the intense pain in her ass.
"How many's that, gang?" asked the coach. "I lost count."
"Better start over, then," said James with a malicious grin.
"NO!"
But the coach did start his count over. He spanked her until the girl felt nothing but a rosy warm glow in her buttocks. Her entire ass was on fire but the fire had gone down into her body. She didn't understand why she should be so turned on sexually by the spanking but she was. Her pussy drooled out a steady stream of her thick fuck juices until they ran down her legs.
She felt Clark's tongue licking them up. The odd combination of pleasure from his rough, pink, darting tongue and the board hitting her naked, unprotected ass made her come. The climax was totally unexpected. She hadn't realized she was that close to the edge.
But she came and her entire world twisted around and around until she was dizzy and could hardly tell which end was up.
She felt the coach put the palm of his hand against the curve of her well-spanked ass. He rubbed over it, squeezing painfully, then letting the flesh snap back to its original shape.
"Nice ass," he commented. "And I think she's about ready."
"Ready for what, coach?" one of them asked.
"I told you I had her next since you let her go. I wanted her spanked so I could fuck her up the tail pipe. I want to drive my cock all the way up her asshole!"
"NO!" screamed Priscilla. "You can't do that. Please don't. Isn't it enough that you deflowered me?"
"Deflowered her? Hell, kid, I didn't 'deflower' you. I picked your cherry for you. And now I'm gonna show you what its like having a man fucking you up the ass. Don't tell me you're not just a little bit turned on by the idea?"
She didn't trust herself to answer. The feel of his callused hand exploring the soft curves of her ass did turn her on. And the idea of having his prick all the way up into her bowels, fucking her, giving her the sexiest enema possible, did things inside her, too.
But her voice quavered as she told him, "Give me some mercy, please. I promise not to ever even talk to a boy again! Please!"
"Not talk to any boy again? Impossible with a chick like you," scoffed Clark. "Go on, coach, and give us some pointers on how to cornhole a chick. Ass fucking really turns me on and I want to see how you do it."
"Sure, Clark. It is pretty simple," he said, as if lecturing a class. The captive blonde didn't feel like she wanted to hear this lecture, not with her as the living teaching aide.
"First I have to take the temperature, to make sure her ass is ready for my hot pecker."
She shuddered as his finger raced down into the damp crack and explored along the bottom until he found her tightly held asshole. She tensed up. She didn't want even his finger fucking up her ass.
"So tight. I think she has to have some lubrication. So I go a bit lower and find the well of her desire.
There, in her pussy."
His finger shot all the way up her cunt. She felt the slender digit enter her pulsing cunt and she came.
She couldn't help herself. The feel of his finger fucking in and out of her tender pussy was too fine for her to ignore. He touched on all the raw nerve endings and stroked his finger over them. She had to respond, she just had to.
"Keep her down, boys. Good," said the coach. "Now that my finger is pretty well drenched with her cunt juices, I smear them all around her asshole like this."
She felt his finger slopping her fuck oils over the tightly held pink fist of her asshole. She wanted to relax and let him fuck into her ass but pride prevented it. No matter how much a traitor her body turned, she vowed not to respond to this brutal ass rape.
"Now it's time to get the old fuck stick ready for insertion. I'd better dip it into her well, too."
He thrust forward. She gasped when she felt the blunted purple head of his cock bounce off her cunt lips. She moaned softly as he stroked back and forth along her flowing gash. He didn't try to stuff his prick into her cunt. He seemed content to rock to and fro in the cradle of her pink cuntlips. Her juices flowed even more than previously and soaked his prick.
"Now I come back and see if anyone's in. I'll just knock on the door a couple of times and see if I'm welcome."
"Stop it!" she cried. "Don't do this to meeee!" She shuddered as his battering ram of cock hit squarely in the center of her asshole.
She tensed up all over and moaned softly. The blonde girl realized just how close to another come she was. The way her spanked ass responded to the nearness of the man's thighs bothered her. The carnal heat boiling and seething inside her body refused to die down. As long as the rosy pink flesh of her ass burned from the spanking, she was likely to want him to fuck her up the butt.
"Hmmm, I guess this calls for a more roundabout approach. She doesn't seem to want any male visitors coming in her back door."
Humiliation spread in the girl's body. She had never been more embarrassed in all her young life, These men were using her. And then the thought came to her that they were using her just as she'd used them. Maybe she was getting what she'd deserved for stringing them along the way she had.
"Oh, ummm, oh!" she moaned. "Don't. It hurts when you do that."
"Relax," he ordered. "Relax and I'll really bugger you."
She tensed up even more. But this worked against her in the long run. It wasn't possible to stay uptight like that for long. And the instant her asshole began to relax she felt the insistent pushings of the man's prick. He didn't drive all the way up her back with that first thrust. He was content just to get the broad arrowhead-shaped knob into the ring of her asshole.
Panting, moaning, she tried to chop his prick off with the full contraction of her anus. It didn't work. She couldn't clamp down that hard. And again as she relaxed, he shoved his cock a little farther into her body. Inch by slow inch he advanced into her tightest passage until he was buried balls-deep in her shit chute.
She knew he was going to rip her apart with that cock. The tender walls of her asshole were stretched to the breaking point around his monster cock. It felt as if he had shoved a telephone pole up her ass.
"She likes it, Coach," said Bennie. "Look at her face!"
"Of course she likes it, dummy," snapped the coach, sweat beginning to bead on his face. "All cock teasers really like cock. You just have to convince them to try it."
"Yes, yes, fuck me good," she groaned out. "Give it all to me. Rip me up with that pecker of yours. Fuck my ass goooood!"
"See?"
And then the coach sank his prick another inch into her asshole. The thick sauces from her pussy were all gone. He had used them as lubrication to get in the first time. There wasn't any left. As he retreated from his hot, tight berth all the way up her ass, she thought he was going to pull her guts out along with his cock.
"Aieeee!"
The come smashed through her with all the force of a tidal wave. The cock thrilled her strangely. She didn't want him butt raping her. And yet she needed that cock inside her, pulsing hot and hard so that she could feel it.
When he fucked back into her asshole, she felt his hairy thighs rubbing against her well-spanked ass.
This brought her off again. She couldn't hold back the flood of emotions bubbling up inside her. Every single thing he did turned her on even more.
The feel of his cock hotly bucking against her clinging ass walls made her gasp with joy. The heat from his cock-his body!-lit fires inside her that wouldn't die down. And the feel of his crotch and thighs grinding hard against her sensitive ass was all the trigger it took for her to come again.
"Shit," cried the coach. "She's clamping down on my prick so hard I can barely stand it. It ... it feels like I shoved my cock into a hangman's noose. That asshole of hers is trying to cut me off!"
"Yeah, we know what you mean, Coach," said Clark. "She's got the damnedest cunt and asshole we ever found. Tight, man, really tight!"
"And hot!" added Bennie. "She's hot enough inside to burn you to a crisp."
"Feels like a goddamn guillotine chopping my cock off inside her," muttered the coach, not really listening to what the others had to say. He was totally lost in the thrill of fucking this hot young ass.
His hands gripped the meaty halfmoons of her ass and pulled them wider apart. Priscilla thought she would come again, but she didn't. There was that peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure again. The spanking she had gotten hurt her flesh but the fucking up her asshole made her come alive.
As soon as her resilient ass walls had stretched enough to take the huge male invader up her back, she was able to almost enjoy the fucking. She came again as he poled powerfully all the way up into her guts, then began grinding his prick in a circle inside her.
He stirred her guts around, then pulled back so fast that a vacuum formed inside her bowels. She screamed as he fucked with increasing power. And when he reached around her body and began diddling her clit with his fingers, there was no holding her back.
She came and came and came.
Bennie and James were unable to hold her wrists. She thrashed about wildly on the desk, moaning and crying out her intense passions. But she wasn't going anywhere, not as long as the coach's cock firmly impaled her up the ass.
He ass-fucked her with stronger thrusts. He ran his finger into her cunt. Another finger lightly flicked back and forth across her clit. She was so inundated with emotion that she couldn't keep a thought straight in her mind for longer than a second.
All that mattered to her was getting the most out of this greeking. He fucked into her gripping tight shit hole and actually lifted her up onto her toes using only his prick.
"God, I never thought that was possible," muttered Clark, looking up at the cock entering her asshole.
"He's actually controlling her entirely with his prick. I've heard of pussy pleasers, but this is the first time I though one could actually be an asshole pleaser, too!"
The coach didn't hear a word they said. His blood was pounding like the ocean surf in his ears. The way his prick felt as it raced in and out of her demanding asshole was telling him that he couldn't keep up the pace much longer. His steely erection would be melted into slag in another few minutes.
He wouldn't have thought it possible. This young chick learned fast what to do to pleasure a man. She used all the tricks. The way she tensed up her muscles and then relaxed them got to him fast.
His balls tightened up into a hard little sphere. The nuts inside began tumbling and lurching painfully. He realized it was only a matter of seconds before his cum blasted out the end of his cock.
"Hang on, kid, this is the big time!" he called.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her entirely off the floor. He leaned back and shoved his prick upward into her asshole. Her legs shot up in front of her, driving her ass back into his groin even more. The blonde teenager felt the man's cock penetrate her asshole deeper than ever before.
He repeated the procedure. This time she knew what to expect. She helped him by flinging her arms up into the air. The motion caused her ass to grind down into his crotch. An extra half inch up her ass was their reward.
He flung her from side to side, lifted and dropped her-and never once pulled his prick all the way out of her asshole. She felt his prick stirring her guts in ways that most women had never felt at all. And she came, feeling her ass tighten around his cock.
How she wanted to keep that incredible fuck stick inside her body for all time! She'd do anything to keep him from slipping free. The girl's belly muscles tightened up even more as she crushed down on his prick.
She felt it throbbing with more and more life. She recognized the symptoms instantly.
"No, don't come!" she cried out. "Don't come yet. Fuck my ass some more. Don't do this to meeee!"
She came when he did. The gush of his manseed into her ass caused her to turn all weak and watery inside. She felt the spurt-spurt-spurt of his cock fountaining out its precious load of jism. And all too soon for her, it stopped. His cock remained hard longer than any of the teenagers' pricks had, but it soon went limp, too.
"No, no, noooo!" she cried in rage and frustration. She hadn't wanted the ass fucking to end. She burned inside from the man's cock. And the white rush of his jism hadn't put out the fires, not at all. She wanted more, lots more cock! And now with his cock gone flaccid she wasn't going to get it!
"God, that was something else," the coach said, stumbling back a couple paces. He looked down at his prick, melted and sleeping exhaustedly between his strong legs. "She's got a hell of an ass for fucking."
He saw the tiny stream of jism leaking from her asshole and wished he could get it up again to fuck her some more. But that wasn't humanly possible, not after a fucking such as the one he'd just given her.
"She's all yours again, gang. Have at her." Priscilla looked up, hope on her face. Could it be true that the others were going to fuck her? They were.
CHAPTER TEN
"I get her next," said Bennie, hurrying around the desk.
"Like hell you do. You blew your chance back in the shower when you let her escape. I get her now," said Clark.
"Shit, man, I didn't let her go. You were as responsible as I was! And I get her next. All she's ever done for me is suck me off. She's been going around and making me out to be some sort of a fool. I deserve to fuck her next. Besides, it's nothing but sloppy seconds whether it's up her cunt or ass."
"And you don't mind?" chided Clark.
"Hell, no. This is revenge I'm getting on her."
Priscilla brushed back a strand of her lustrous blonde hair, now in wild disarray and dirty from her crawling all over the locker room and fighting off these sex-crazed teenagers. She could hardly believe they were arguing over her like this.
And she was the one responsible. Her cock-teasing ways had gotten them to the point where they no longer thought of her as a person but as an object, a convenient hole to stick their pricks into. They wanted to fuck her and that was it. She felt degraded hearing them arguing like that and yet she knew she was the one who had created this sordid situation.
"Don't argue over me, please," she said in a weak voice. "I ... I know I was wrong in everything I did to you. I want to make it up to you both. Now. Please don't argue like that."
"Huh?" snapped Clark. "What are you saying?"
"I want to cooperate with you. Why don't you start, Clark? Here." She got up onto the coach's desk and spread her legs wantonly for him. Her blonde -rimmed snatch gleamed pinkly. She reached between her legs and fingered her own cunt lips until they were a bright red, then she pulled them apart and revealed her glistening cunt hole.
"Just like that?" asked Clark in disbelief.
"Just like that. Oh, hurry, Clark, get that cock of yours into my pussy. I need to feel it fucking my pussy.
Hurry, oh, hurry, please!"
Clark glanced at the others, then shrugged and moved forward into the vee of her legs. His prick went ahead of him like a blind man's cane. She reached out and grabbed his prick and pulled it straight for the hungering cunt.
"You weren't kidding, were you?" Clark said, surprised. "I thought it was some sort of trick."
"I've learned my lesson. And I want you to fuck me however you want. But fuck me. I need it so baaaad!"
She leaned back and scooted her hips forward, impaling herself deeply on the boy's prick. She felt it buck and jerk hard against her tender cunt walls. This was living! And she needed to feel that virile cock moving inside her. Nothing less than an all-out fucking would pleasure her now.
"Fuck me!"
He was so surprised, he obeyed without question. He rested his hands on either side of her body and began stroking back and forth. He felt the full intensity of her hot cunt. And then she tensed up and squeezed down on his hidden cock. He moaned softly and realized he would have to use every bit of his control to keep from coming.
This chick was just too good to be true!
The sight of his long, red shaft vanishing between her blonde-furred cunt lips thrilled her. He could see every single inch going into her smoothly. The lewd sounds as he pulled out turned him on. And the sight of the fuck juices puddling on the desk under her cunt told him just how aroused she really was.
This was going to be the fucking of the century!
He began stroking faster and faster. And as he did so, he found his face coming closer and closer to her tits. He couldn't resist the temptation to sample even more of her body. His lips closed over one of the pointy tips of her tits.
She screamed and came.
He thought the way her cunt convulsed would mash his fuck stick flat. But he didn't stop fucking or sucking on her boob. His tongue licked across the sensitive nipple and down into the deep canyon between her mountainous tits. She was moaning constantly now. He felt like a real stud, a cocksman second to none.
The blonde teenager trembled like a leaf in a hurricane as she felt the full impact of the cock against her aroused cunt walls. She moaned and arched her back enough to give the youth a fully exposed cunt hole to drive his prick into. And when he started licking and kissing and sucking on her tits, she couldn't hold back the floods of passion any longer.
She reached out and raked his back with her fingernails. The girl left bloody tracks behind but neither of them noticed. They were too lost in the throes of a fine fucking.
"This is incredible. Look at them fucking like animals," said Bennie. "And that could have been me. I shouldn't have let him go first."
"You'll get your chance, old man," soothed James. "But goddamn right, she's really cooperating, isn't she? I guess you really got her turned on, coach."
The older man nodded. "It happens that way sometimes. They don't know what they want. And when they find out, they turn insatiable. Maybe it's a good thing that there's four of us. Between us all maybe we can keep her happy!"
Priscilla couldn't have been happier at that moment. The feel of Clark's cock pressing hotly against her quivering pussy walls would have been great. Adding to her thrill was the way his tongue worked up and down between her tits. The soft boobs trembled under his oral caresses until she was about ready to come. Her hands gripped hard at his upper arms as she pulled him ever closer to her, demanding even more than she was getting.
"I want it all, Clark darling. Give me all your cock. Rip me apart all the way to the chin with that sweet fuck stick of yours!"
"She sure changed her tune, didn't she?" commented the coach, watching the eager girl spreading her legs even wider for Clark. "Just goes to show you that they can change their ways if they're shown enough tender, loving care."
"Tender, hell, look at the way she's getting off on that hard fucking he's giving her. She wouldn't like it easy." James sighed as he looked down at his own dead cock. It didn't even stir yet. It would be quite a while before he was able to get back into hot and heavy action.
"I want to sink my prick into her, too," complained Bennie. "I'm going out of my fucking head watching them!"
Clark never slowed down or gave the slightest hint that he heard his friend's complaint. He was moaning softly, digging his prick even deeper into the yielding girl's cunt.
"Fuck me goooood!" she bellowed, her entire body going rigid with the force of the climax smashing into her body.
She thought she was going out of her head with the lust she felt inside. Every single thrust of that prick made her come just a little bit more alive. Never had she felt more like a woman, a total woman complete in every way. She couldn't ask for more prick than she was getting. It just wasn't possible to take more the way Clark filled he cunt to overflowing.
And yet he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more. His hands reached down under her asscheeks and lifted her butt off the desk. She whined and ground her snatch down powerfully into his crotch. This made his prick enter her cunt at a new and excitingly different angle. That was all she cared about-that prick!
He lifted her up even more until most of her weight was pinned on her shoulders. He fucked as hard as he could but his prick wasn't sinking into her pussy as far as it had. She needed the feeling of his cock fucking the entire length of her cunt. If she didn't get it she would think he didn't care.
"Not like that. All the way up my pussy," she begged. "Give it to me!"
"Hell, kid, I'm going to give you even more than you counted on," Clark said. "Hang on. Here we go!" Clark heaved and turned the girl over in midair. As she felt herself going up and over, he slid underneath her body. She landed heavily on top of him, his prick never once leaving her pussy. She now lay atop him, her legs on either side of his and her toes just barely touching the floor.
"Go on, kid, fuck yourself," he told her.
She began moving her sweet ass up and down so that she could get that cock moving into her cunt again. The motion turned her on. She found a freedom of movement that she hadn't had before.
Now she could rotate her ass, move and spin her hips in such a way that she was able to corkscrew herself down powerfully onto his prick.
She almost came. But this wasn't quite the same. She bent forward and dragged her nipples across his chest as she moved up and down. This helped to arouse her even more but she didn't like it as much as being able to look up and see the man moving on top of her.
"Let's turn over and do it the other way. I like that a lot more. It's sexier for me."
"But not for Bennie. Come on, Bennie. Join in. Fuck whatever hole is the most convenient."
She trembled at Clark's words. She trembled even more when she felt the other teenager moving in behind her, his prick parting her asscheeks.
"Oh, yes, fuck my asshole. I need it up there. Give me all your cock, too, Bennie. Please!"
"She's begging you for your cock, man. Don't disappoint her. Go on and fuck her up the tailpipe," urged the coach. "You'll never find a tighter butt to fuck, believe me."
"Well, okay," Bennie said slowly, as if not sure of himself. But Priscilla felt the strong prick diving down between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks. When the nosecone of his fleshy prick hit her asshole, she came.
Everything worked together for her now. She hadn't liked being on top and being the one responsible for all the action. Now it was different. She was going to be a sandwich between them. Clark's cock was hot and long inside her cunt. She felt it trembling and jerking mightily every time she twitched her hips in just the right way.
Added to that would soon be Bennie's prick all the way up her flaming asshole. She bent forward and spread her legs even farther apart so that Bennie wouldn't have any trouble getting his cock loaded into her tight shit chute. She knew from the other times she had been greeked that he might have some trouble. She forced herself to relax.
But it didn't work. The more she tried to relax, the more she thought of having a pair of pricks in her body at the same time. It just wasn't possible for her to relax enough for him to stuff his cock all the way up her spine.
"Shit," he muttered, "I can't begin to get it in."
"Try this," said the coach.
Priscilla felt a jelly-like substance smeared all over her ass. As her body heated it up, it began to flow sluggishly. Just the feel of it dribbling down into the humid canyon of her ass turned her on even more.
And when she felt the slick cock nudging into her newly greased asshole, she realized he would get in this time.
And he did.
She almost passed out when Bennie's cock shot all the way up her ass. The girl's insides were tensed and clutching at Clark's prick. She hadn't expected having a second cock in her belly to be this much. The girl almost panicked as both cocks began moving insider her guts at the same time.
"Hell, I can feel your cock through her insides," called out Clark. "This is real kinky. But I like it."
"Umm, God, yes," panted out Bennie. "I never thought fucking a chick up the butt could be this much fun. But it is. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I don't know if I can keep from shooting my wad. She's too damn tight and hot around my prick!"
"Don't you dare come!" cried Priscilla. Her world spun around crazily. She hardly knew what was happening. Her innards were twisted and turned around by the slow fucking of both those pricks. But she didn't want Bennie coming yet. She wanted to experience fully both cocks in her body.
"Don't squeeze down so fucking tight, then!" snapped Bennie. "You're trying to milk all my jizz. It's like your asshole is sucking on my cock!"
She fell forward limply, her entire body being filled with hard-driving cock. The blonde teenager hardly believed it was possible to feel so excited, so turned on and yet so weak at the same time. The feel of the red-hot cock fucking into her asshole was almost more than she could stand. But the cock up her cunt demanded some of her attentions, too.
She began grinding her hips in a slow circular pattern designed to give both teenagers the fullest benefit of her hot body. She tensed and relaxed her cunt muscles and found that she could squeeze down equally hard on the cock shoving in and out of her ass.
"I ... I can't take more of this," whined Bennie. "I gotta fuck for all I'm worth."
"You're not worth shit, Bennie," said James. "She's trying to make this good for you. I can tell. Now you and Clark get together on this and make her feel like she's something more than a hole to fuck."
"Ohhh," moaned Bennie. "She's crushing my cock flat with those muscles of hers. I can't take more."
"Take it. And fuck into her ass the same time I fuck up into her pussy," called out Clark. To the blonde girl he said gently, "We're gonna give you the best fucking any chick's ever got. Ready?"
She bobbed her head up and down. Everything was jumbled up for her. The hard and hot lengths of cock were almost more than she could take. Almost.
When the two began working in unison, she came. Both cocks slid from pussy and asshole. She was left hollow and aching inside. The hunger she felt for their pricks was almost more than she could take.
And then they both came rushing into the vacuum of her body. She felt the purpled knobs atop each cock pressing passionately against her cunt and asshole. They entered a bit farther, touching through the delicate membrane of her insides. And then they crashed together, each buried balls-deep in her body.
She shrieked and came and came and came.
And she cried piteously when both pulled out at the same time. She tried to hold on to those wonderful cocks. She wanted them both!
The feel of Bennie moving behind her turned her on the most, she thought. The way his body moved across her smarting, well-spanked ass was the biggest turn on possible for her. But she tried to concentrate more on the way Clark's cock pushed her to the breaking point by stretching her cunt walls.
This was still all new and wonderfully different for her.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "I need those cocks of yours both in me at the same time. Up my juicy cunt, up my hot ass! Oh, God, I'm on fiiiire!"
She came again. And this time she felt the response instantly in Bennie's prick. Her asshole clamped down firmly around his prick and tried to chop off his crowned fuck stick. She felt him lose the rhythm he and Clark had been using. He plugged her mindlessly now, intent only on getting as much of his prick into her butt as possible.
She burned like hell up the back. His prick ripped and tore at her delicate flesh. The jelly-like stuff the coach had poured all over the prick and her asshole hardly helped now. The friction was too intense. The fires leaped from one nerve ending to another and she came again.
This caused her to buck backwards and twist around so that she almost snapped off Bennie's fuck stick in the clinging confines of her asshole. He screamed and it took less than a second for her to get the full load held in his balls. He pumped fiercely, his prick spewing forth the lava-hot jism that had been begging for release for so long.
The rush of hot cum up her asshole caused the blonde girl to shudder. And this made her crush herself down more firmly onto the cock up her cunt.
"I can feel him coming. Through your insides-I can feel him coming!" marveled Clark. He stared up at her with wide-eyed excitement. "Oh, God, I gotta fuck. I can't lie here like this any longer."
He began arching his back and shoving his prick deeper and deeper into her pussy. His fingers clawed at her well-fucked buttocks to keep her from moving away, not that she would have missed what was coming for the world.
"Go, man, go! This is better than any old football game!" cried James.
"The best ball game in town. And it never gets rained out, either," said the coach.
"God, her asshole was sucking on my cock," said Bennie in a daze. "I don't believe the way it felt. Like I had plugged into a goddamn milking machine or something. It was great!"
"Look at Clark fuck! Goddamn, that's incredible!"
Priscilla knew she should be proud that Clark was doing something that amazed the others. She was so lost in the wonderland of feelings raging through her own body that she didn't even know what it might be. She was poised on the brink of orgasm and he continually nudged her over the edge, only to pull her back at the last instant.
This kept the sexual tensions in her body at a maximum. He played with her. He kept her panting, begging, demanding more. And when she felt the youth's prick fire hose the insides of her pussy, she had the biggest come ever.
The blonde girl hardly knew what caused it. Clark had been fucking her with more skill than she could really appreciate. But she had gotten Bennie's cock ramming into her ass. That still burned. She felt the liquid of his jizz sloshing in her butt, acid droplets searing her flesh and giving her intense pleasure, almost too intense to bear.
And the idea that she had an audience for the fucking got to her, too.
The blonde girl came even harder when Clark's cock fell limp from her pussy. Then it was all over.
Panting, sweaty, she lay atop the youth's broad chest and stared down into his eyes. He smiled.
She smiled back. Priscilla knew what she had been missing for all those years. Fucking wasn't a sin. It couldn't be. Anything that felt this good had to be a virtue.
It just had to be.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You look different, Prissy," commented Gretchen. "Are you on drugs or something? You have to watch it. Speed will really burn you up after a while."
"I'm not on speed," the blonde girl answered. She sighed, remembering how good the fucking she'd gotten a few days earlier from James had been. And Gretchen didn't know.
Gretchen didn't know any of it. Ever since that day in the boys' locker room when the coach had raped her and James, Clark and Bennie had taken their turns at fucking her, Priscilla couldn't get enough cock.
It was as if she'd been starved to death and now she was able to eat all she wanted.
She had to have sex constantly. It didn't matter what form it was. She enjoyed sucking cock or having her pussy eaten out, but she most preferred the long, hot pricks searing their eight or nine inches up into her cunt. That was the forbidden place that she had at last figured out wasn't really so forbidden after all. She loved fucking!
And she had to have more than she was getting.
The coach had turned her down. But Priscilla couldn't blame him, not really. He was getting some pretty heavy action off the girls' P.E. coach. The blonde teenager wished she could have watched Coach Nichols getting it on with the woman. She was sure she could have learned a lot more about fucking.
With the man gone, that left only Clark, Bennie and James. Only!
But she had to sneak around with James. Neither of them wanted to get Gretchen pissed off at them.
Priscilla thought it was funny balling James and not having her best friend know.
Before long, she would find out but she wouldn't believe it. How could Gretchen possibly believe that the naive, virginal Priscilla was having a heavy fuck fest with her boyfriend when the blonde girl had never even muttered the word "fuck" in front of her?
"You must be on drugs of some kind, Prissy," pressed Gretchen. "You've got that look. It's an inner glow or a feeling of intensity. I can't quite say what it is."
"I'm not hooked on anything,' the girl dutifully answered. Mentally she added-the only things I'm hooked on are round and hot and hard-and get harder whenever I suck on them or offer up my blonde cunt to them!
"I don't see any needle marks," said Gretchen doubtfully. "But ... "
"Oh, look, Gretchen," exclaimed Priscilla. "There's James. He's waving." The girl didn't know whether he was waving at her or Gretchen. But it didn't matter as long as it got Gretchen off her case for a while.
She was on her way to meet with Bennie.
With Bennie and Bennie's hard prick. She shivered lightly thinking of him fucking her up the ass again.
She could hardly wait. And Gretchen was only delaying her.
"Oh, yeah, thanks. Look, Prissy, you take care of yourself. You ... you look too good, if that's possible."
Gretchen turned and ran off to be with her boyfriend, the boyfriend who was fucking Priscilla more than he was his "girlfriend."
Priscilla didn't waste any time. Just thinking about James and Bennie made her pussy begin to itch and water. She had to have cock. Lots of cock reaming out her hungry cunt or she would go crazy with lust.
"Hey, Prissy, over here!" called Bennie. She turned and saw him inside one of the classrooms.
"What are you doing there, Bennie? We're supposed to be meeting behind the gym so we can ... "
"I got caught cutting third period," he said. "They made me stay after school in here. But why don't you join me? The teacher's not going to be coming back for an hour or so."
The girl's tits rose and fell heavily as blood hammered into them. She felt a surge of desire for Bennie.
What a kick it would be fucking in a room where the teacher might come in and find her at any instant.
This would be a lot different-and better-than fucking in the dirt behind the gym.
"Be there in a sec!"
She broke the land speed records getting into the classroom. She found Bennie standing beside the teacher's desk, already holding his long prick. He stroked up and down the length of trembling manmeat. Her mouth watered at the sight.
"Don't waste anything," she warned him. "I don't want you going limp on me, not when I have this cavity to fill."
She sat in one of the chairs and hiked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. She hadn't since the day in the locker room. This was sexier, made her feel sinful all the time. She knew that the slightest breeze would catch her skirt and hike it up. If any of the boys were looking, they would get to see quite an eyeful.
Blonde pussy fur crinkled bright gold around her cunt lips. And her snowy-white halfmoons of ass were still crisscrossed with red welts from the spanking the coach had given her. She had to sit down carefully but that only added to her enjoyment. Scooting back and forth on the hard wood seats of the desks made her all warm and wet inside her pussy.
But not as warm or as wet as thinking about getting Bennie's cock up her cunt.
"Fuck me, Bennie. Shove it all into my pussy. I need it so baaaaad!" She moaned as she fingered her pinkly scalloped cunt. The delicately shaped cunt lips were like flowers blossoming, blooming and coming wide open. She put one foot up on either arm of the chair in which she sat. This exposed her cunt as widely and as wantonly as possible.
"Come on, Bennie, fuck me good!"
"Gonna eat your pussy first. God, it looks so tasty!"
He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her golden snatch. She groaned softly as his tongue lashed out against her cunt lips. He scooped up all the thick fuck juices leaking from her cunt and then drove his tongue into her pussy so far she thought he had sneaked his cock into her.
He tongue fucked her until she was lost in a sexual paradise. The feeling of his tongue slithering around in her cunt was more than she could take. The girl sobbed and moaned and then threw back her head and shouted at the top of her lungs as orgasm smashed through her.
"Not so friggin' loud!" he cautioned. "The janitor'll hear you and come running. Or maybe he'll call the cops."
"My pussy, eat my pussy! Oh, I need it so bad!"
"Sex junkie," he said, pushing his face back down into the soft, warm morass of her snatch. He licked along the edges of the blue-tinted cunt lips until the teenager was trembling continually. She felt as if she had some hot and sexy fever that was giving her the shakes. And every rough, damp lash of that tongue pushed her passions up another notch.
When she came, her legs slipped down onto either side of the youth's head. Her fleshy thighs grabbed hold of his head making him blind and deaf. But he was still tongue fucking her. When she felt the tongue slide out of her cunt hole, she began to protest.
The words were stuffed back down her throat by a soft moan of pleasure when she felt his tongue attack her clitoris. He pushed that pea-sized organ around until she got her rocks off. She twisted and turned and shoved her snatch down forcefully onto his mouth.
His tongue felt cock-hard inside her pussy. But it wasn't getting eaten out that she really wanted. She had to have a real cock. A real, live, hard, hot, long fucking cock inside her.
"I want you in me. And not your tongue. Your prick. Give me all of that great big swollen cock of yours.
Here!"
She lifted her legs again and held her cunt lips open with her fingers. The fuck sauce leaking from her twat made them slick and difficult to hold. But she did it. She wanted to entice him to stuff her full of cock.
It worked.
"Goddamn, you know I can't refuse a lovely girl anything. Especially that," said Bennie, standing up. His prick was much too high now. But if he got onto his knees, it would be below the level of her snatch.
"This ain't gonna work," he observed.
"Use your imagination, Bennie," she urged. "Act like you're doing pushups. That'll work, believe me!"
He put his hands on either side of the girl's body and lowered himself until his prick touched her excited cunt lips. They both trembled with renewed lust at the feathery caress.
"Yes, yes, there!" she cried out. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his cock and guided him in.
"There's where I want it. Now just do pushups and you'll be fucking me at the same time."
"This is worse than PE." he grunted.
"Worse-and better!" she promised. Then she gasped as he relaxed and his prick shot all the way up into her seething hot, steamy cunt. The sudden rush of his cock pushed her cunt walls to the breaking point. She was still sore in the pussy from having her cherry popped so recently. The blonde girl thought she should have refrained from fucking for a while until she fully healed, but the raging storms of lust inside her refused to die down. She had to get more cock, lots more-and it had to be moving fast and hard to sate her insane lusts.
The trio of teenagers and Coach Nichols had lit a fire inside her body that would never die down. If anything, every time she fucked fuel was added to the flames. She burned brighter and hotter than ever.
And now she needed his cock to stoke those flames to the point where they devoured her totally.
"Fuck me gooood!"
He began pumping in and out. As his arms relaxed, his hips came forward and down toward her snatch.
His prick parted her cunt lips and drove with merciless speed into her twat. And then as he straightened out his arms again, he retreated from her clinging, hot cunt.
"You're getting me off too soon," he complained. "When I fuck you, I just can't keep my control. You're too much woman for me!"
"Try, Bennie, try!" she urged. "I need this fucking. Don't you dare come until I've had enough cock."
"Hard, real hard," he grunted. But he forced down the fiery tide of his jism. The effort caused him to break out in a sweat. He pumped harder, his arms tiring. And yet the exertion of doing the pushups helped him give her exactly what she wanted. He felt her pussy clamp down firmly around him and he guessed she might have come.
He almost lost his wad when he heard a voice call out, "What the hell's going on here?"
Frightened, he turned and saw Clark standing in the doorway, grinning broadly.
"You son of a bitch," Bennie snarled. "I'll get you for that."
"Shut up, shut up both of you! I need cock. Give me cock, Bennie. And you, too, Clark. Stuff your pecker into my mouth so I can suck on it. I need to taste prick too!"
"Best invitation I've had all day. The only one, in fact," Clark said, tossing his books onto the teacher's desk and pulling out his prick. "But it's not erect. You're gonna have to help it along."
"Yes, oh, yes, I will. I ... I'll suck on it good. I'll make it hard! But give it to me!"
She eagerly fumbled for his cock, feeling the limp prick and the flaccid balls dangling underneath. The girl had been given a challenge and she was going to rise to it-and make Clark rise to it, too. She stuffed his dead cock into her mouth and began sucking and licking at the same time.
It took only seconds to feel the excited pumping of blood into the prick. He was sporting a hard boner in a few seconds.
"That's got to be one for the book of records. I got a hard-on in less than ten seconds!"
Priscilla hungrily sucked on the youth's cock until she had a complete mouthful. And then she shoved her face forward so she could face fuck herself at the same tempo being used on her pussy. The dual fucking into her body made her come. The entire world blotted out for a second.
When she came back to reality, she heard Clark saying, "I though she was going to suck my guts out the piss-slit of my cock. That's super head you're giving me, Prissy. The best!"
"I ... I can't hold back any more!" cried Bennie.
Priscilla felt his prick begin pumping out the gallons of jism locked up in his balls. The hot gush into her cunt didn't get her off but the girl was almost at the breaking point. She just wished he could have fucked her a little longer. The fires in her body were just beginning to burn. The friction from his fucking hardly raised her temperature. He just had a hair trigger, still he was better than nothing at all.
"Here I am, gang," came another voice. "Hope I'm not missing anything. Took me forever to get rid of Gretchen."
Priscilla turned and saw James in the doorway. Her heart hammered a little faster at the sight of the bulge at his crotch. She knew he was saving that big cock for her, not Gretchen.
"Get it on, man. But don't expect her to ask for it. Not when her mouth's already full."
"I see that," said James, coming over. "And I see just the place I want to stuff my cock, too. That nice little pussy is just begging for me. I don't care if it's sloppy seconds or not. The pussy's tight enough to pleasure me no matter how many beat me there."
And he started fucking into her pussy. Priscilla closed her eyes and experienced full joy. There couldn't have been any better existence in the world. And she had spent so much time teasing and toying with these guys. What they were doing now was fabulous. Fucking fabulous, she thought.
She sucked and sucked and sucked until Clark was bouncing from one foot to the other. This was the type of power she really craved. Being a cock teaser didn't give her any kind of a thrill that compared with the knowledge that she was giving a better blowjob than any other chick in the school.
And her own reward was having a pussy full of hard, fucking cock. She gasped and came. And then she felt and tasted jism in her cunt and mouth at the same time. The orgasm she experienced was the best ever.
Priscilla knew they would continue getting better as long as she had friends like these to depend on. And if they ever slowed down, she could find others. She just knew it!
