"What are you doing? Ungh! What, ohhhhhh!" Connie groaned.
She was so confused. The blonde felt so ridiculous stretched out on the bike like that, a cock halfway up her ass. Now did she get herself into these situations? In not one of her sexy adventures over the past few days had she been made love to in a bed by someone romantic. She was always standing up, or kneeling, or stretched out like this.
"Feel it go! Feel my cock go all the way up your ass!" Gary sneered. He was prying her ass cheeks wide apart so that he could watch the progress of his cock. His prickshaft was all inside her now, except for the final two inches. The puckered ring of her asshole was stretched as far as it would go.
"Ohhh, my God! Ohhh, my God!" Connie whimpered. It felt so strange, his cock going into her like that, like someone was shoving a baseball bat up her ass.
He inched forward a little more, and his wiry crotch hair crinkled against her pale, smooth ass cheeks. His cock was buried in her shitter all the way. He paused a second, took a deep breath, then began lunging back and forth in her, fucking her ass as hard as he could. His prick slid in and out of her asshole much more easily than he would have thought.
"You're doing it! You're fucking me up the ass!" she pealed as her body thrust forward again and again on the leather saddle. Her nipples were rubbing against the rough surface, and growing long and hard. She was becoming more and more excited as he rammed his cock into her.
He circled her tiny waist with his large hands, holding her still while he forced cock into her. He watched as the pale pole of his prick slid out of her tight fuckhole, shined in the afternoon light a moment before plunging back into the depths of her shitter. Each time he drove forward, his cock disappeared completely between her ass cheeks.
"I… don't… believe… it…" Connie grunted, a fine film of sweat forming on her forehead. "It… feels… so… weird."
"Believe it, little girl. I bet that candy-ass, Bobby, never fucked you up the asshole, did he?" Gary said. "I bet he never had the guts to ass-fuck you, did he?"
Connie didn't answer. Gary didn't sound like he needed an answer. He was gloating, thinking how great he was because he was assfucking the girl Bobby Turner had been dating for all those weeks. Connie was thinking of Bobby, too, for the first time in many days. Gary was probably right. Bobby would never have suggested that she let him do something like this. The time she'd jacked him off in his car seemed like so long ago.
"Shit, he doesn't know what he's missing!" Gary moaned. "Suck a sweet little girl ass! Just made for hard cock!"
He was lunging into her more harshly now, if that were possible. He was ramming against her ass cheeks and making them joggle. His balls swung back and forth between his legs. He was aware of the heavy load of cream inside them and how close he was getting to the edge. He sliced his cock in and out of her viciously, burying his cockhead deep inside her.
"I'm gonna come!" he announced suddenly. "I'm gonna shoot all my cum up your asshole!"
Connie clung to the bike and tried not to lose her balance. She waited for what she knew was coming and found herself wondering what it would feel like. She'd gotten used to the long, hard cock inside her asshole by now. In fact, the girl had decided she rather liked it. It wasn't really unpleasant. It was just different.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" he grunted. He drove his cock up her asshole one more time, and his orgasm exploded, splattering heavy globs of jizz deep inside her. Once, twice, three times, his cock expanded, trembled, then spat out a thick knot of jism.
"Ohhh, my God. Ohhh, my God," Connie murmured. She felt so helpless, spread eagled there on the bike, her thighs split wide, her ass cheeks cranked apart.
Jism fired off up her ass, sizzling her shitter. It belched out in thick gobs, clogging her passage and greasing it for his lunging cock. White cream oozed out the tight ring of her asshole, clinging to his stiffened prick. It drooled down her ass crack and seeped into her wide-open cunt below.
"Spread 'em wide! Gotta get in there deep!" Gary grunted. Each time he plunged forward, his balls smacked into the wet gash of her oozing cunt.
And more and more jism poured out from his cock, backed up and slid from her reddened asshole. It was dribbling in heavy streams now, over the pink, pulpy flesh of her pussy, making her cuntlips shine brightly. It dripped down onto the bike saddle, making the leather gleam.
"So much stuff! So much stuff!" Connie groaned. She certainly seemed to bring out the best in the guys she fucked. They couldn't stop shooting jism into her.
He blasted another load up her shitter. And another. Hot pellets of cum were spurting deep inside her raw asshole. But at last, he was drained. Gary hauled out his cock, wedging it between her ass cheeks, letting it drip goo into the small of her back. He humped it back and forth gently, gazing down at his swollen prickhead.
Cum flowed freely from her asshole now in a pale, whitish stream.
CHAPTER SIX
On Monday afternoon, Connie's homeroom teacher told her that the vice-principal wanted to see her after school. Connie was baffled. Usually, the only reason the vice principal wanted to see anyone was to discipline them after they'd done something stupid or gross. In all her time in the school, Connie had never been called before him.
She dismissed the matter from her mind, convinced that it must be some mistake. The only thing anyone could discipline her for was having a school library book two days overdue. She breezed through the afternoon, and even went to her exercise class after the final bell. Mel Hastings was nowhere to be seen, just as she'd expected. The guys she had sex with always seemed to stay clear of her, once they got what they wanted.
After the class, she skipped down to the vice-principal's office, wondering if he'd still be there at this hour. It was probably such an unimportant matter that he'd forgotten all about it by now. And if he hadn't, she could always see him about it some other day. But, to her surprise, he was still around.
He stared at her strangely as she closed the door to his office behind her.
"Were you still in gym class?" Mr. Bridges asked. He glared intently at her rippling thighs in their tight body-stocking.
"Oh, well, it's my exercise class…" She gestured, feeling silly in her skimpy outfit. In addition to her tight-fitting lavender body stocking, she still had a sweatband circling her forehead.
"Sit down, Connie, I have to talk to you," he began. He sounded very serious. He stood up, came around the desk, and sat on its corner with his legs spread apart. Connie found herself gazing into the ample bulge of his crotch, which was now only a couple of feet from her. He leaned his arms on his knees and glared down at her. She couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was anger, disapproval, nervousness or admiration.
"Sometimes, Connie, we all do things we know we shouldn't do," he began in his serious, lecturing tone. "We get led astray by thoughts and desires that we should control."
What the hell was he talking about? Connie wondered.
Mr. Bridges went on. "But this doesn't mean we aren't responsible, Connie. It doesn't mean we shouldn't be punished."
Connie dropped her shoulder bag to the floor and stared up at him. She felt as though she'd come to the wrong room by mistake. He was leaning low over her, drooling almost. She glanced quickly to his crotch and noticed that there was a slight flexing beneath his slacks.
His cock must have been uncoiling in his shorts.
"Certain things have come to my attention," he continued, "and I'm afraid must act now. If I didn't, I could never forgive myself."