Connie nearly fainted. She closed her eyes, rolled her head on the desk and felt his giant cock drill her again and again. He was fucking her silly, just as she'd begged him to do. And there was no sign of him slowing down. His belly pumped crazily as he fed her cock. She wanted it to last forever. She didn't want him to ever stop fucking her.
But he was grunting at her: "I'm going to come. I'm going to blast a load up your sweet, little slut cunt. Are you ready? Are you ready for a cuntful of jizz?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, God! Pump me full of it! Shoot me full of cum!" she wailed. She opened her eyes and glared at him.
He let go of her ankles, propping them up over, his shoulders. Then he began a crazy fucking motion that almost had his cock slipping free of her cunt. His prick stayed inside her, though, and, after a few more lunges, it seemed to expand, to grow thicker in her clogged cunt. His cockhead twitched far up inside her pussy.
"You're coming! I can feel it! You're coming up inside my cunt!" she raved. "Don't stop! Fuck me harder!"
Rammed all the way up her sweet cunt, Bridges' cock began to belch thick wads of steaming cum. The cream sprang out of him in jets, bathing her insides and clogging her poor pussy hopelessly. He could hear the wet, squishing sounds as he drilled into her cunt. And now his cock was hung with slimy white streamers each time it was pulled out.
"Don't stop! Fill me with it! Don't stop!" she crowed. "I love cum! I'll take all you can give me!"
He bucked into her, splashing hot jets of jism high up her cunt. His cock trembled and twitched and spat out its load. Thick strings of white slime dribbled from her hole and seeped into the crack of her ass, soiling her tattered body-suit. His prick wouldn't stop belching. Cum hung off it in thick, juicy wads.
"Take it all, bitch! Suck all of my cum up that hot, whore cunt of yours!" he spat out at her. His lunges had slowed down some. He was pumping into her at a leisurely pace now, as if he wanted to savor the spasms in his cock. His prick still spurted heavily, though.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes! I love it! Cream inside me! Spurt all your jism up my hot cunt!" she cried. Her brown belly twitched and heaved as the sizzling jism fired off inside her.
His prick spurted once, twice more, blasting thick jism into her clogged fuck-hole. Then it stopped jetting and simply oozed cream out its piss slit. He continued pumping slowly, his swinging balls emptied of all their heavy sauce. Her legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around his haunches.
"You had enough, bitch?" he croaked. "You had enough cock and cum for one day?"
"More! I want more!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop!"
Bridges stared down at her, sweat drooling from his face. He pumped his cock steadily in and out of her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When she received a note from the principal three days later, Connie wasn't really surprised. It seemed like a logical next step in the weird turn of events, over the last few weeks. First, a couple of teachers, then the vice principal and finally, the principal, himself. The head-honcho. He wanted to see her on an urgent matter, the note said. He hoped she could make it out to his home on the following evening.
This was what surprised her, that he wanted to see her after school hours, in his home, rather than in his office. What did that mean? She'd realized by now that the male staff at school were handing her around like a raunchy library book. But to be invited to the principal's home? Mr. Gage had been divorced for several years, she'd heard, and he lived alone in a rambling old house in the suburbs. It was supposed to be quite a place.
Connie never even considered not going. She wanted to go. She was curious. The teenager had learned more wild and exciting things about sex in the past few days than she'd ever imagined existed, and she wasn't about to stop now. It would all be part of her continuing education, whatever it involved. It was hard to believe that things could get much kinkier, but her heart pounded whenever she thought they might.
At the appointed time, she arrived at Gage's door.
"You must be Miss Connie. Please follow me," a handsome young man greeted her. For a moment, Connie thought maybe he was a butler, but then it occurred to her that he wasn't dressed for the part.
The house was fairly old, compared to the others in the neighborhood. It was surrounded by a high brick wall and sat among thick trees and stretches of lawn. Inside, it was dark and kind of spooky, with hardwood floors and long hallways. The young man led her through a living area where a second, darker young man lazed on a couch before a fireplace, reading. He glanced up briefly as they passed through.
"In here," the first young man instructed. He'd led her down another dark hallway and had stopped before a heavy old door. "Mr. Gage is waiting in his study for you."
And with that, he tapped at the hardwood door, then left her there alone, flashing her a quick smile as he disappeared into the depths of the house. Connie heard a cough, or a grunt, from beyond the door, and she entered shyly. Like Mr. Bridges before him, Mr. Gage sat behind a huge desk, glaring at her. The walls were line with crammed bookshelves.
"Ah, Connie, so glad you… could make it. Please come in," he welcomed. He ushered her onto a couch by the wall. This room had a fireplace, also.
He began talking to her, rambling on in a fatherly, friendly way as if they were old buddies. All about nothing in particular. Connie found it very odd. She'd only seen him at a distance before this, in school hallways. He'd never even spoke, to her before, and she was sure that up until recently he hadn't even known her name. After a few minutes, he even offered her a glass of wine.
When a half an hour had passed, she was tempted to ask him to cut it short. She felt like telling him to cut the crap and name his pleasure. What did he prefer this evening? A blow-job or an ass-fuck? How about a good old-fashioned fuck on his desktop or doggie style up against the bookshelves? But she found herself feeling drowsy and passive. Maybe it was the wine. She said nothing, and pretty soon he got to the point.
"Mr. Bridges has informed me that he had to discipline you the other day," he said, his voice changing. "For you lewd behavior around school."
Connie opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off.
"Please don't interrupt. I'm in full agreement with him. He did what was necessary."
Oh, sure, thought Connie. He blasted his load up my cunt.
"In fact, I invited you here tonight for some extra counseling which I think you're in need of. You see, Connie, girls as pretty as you need special supervision sometimes. To set you on the right path, you see."
This sure was beginning to sound familiar, thought Connie.
"I hope you're willing to take part in this special counseling session. If you don't, it could have a negative effect on your grades. Let's get started, why don't we?"
Connie sat smiling at him. Well, if he wanted to play silly games, it was okay by her. The end result was going to be the same, no matter what, the girl thought. She was going to get fucked, no matter what. Shit, these guys were so phony. If they wanted to fuck her, why didn't they just come out and say it? Why did they have to pretend they were acting in her best interests and everything?
Gage had stood up, and he was leading her to a side door.
"I want you to go into the next room and wait for me," he said, touching her shoulder.
"There are some things laid out for you in there, and I want you to get into them. I'll be in shortly."
He gave her a sickly smile and the door clicked shut behind her.
Connie found herself in the strangest room she'd ever seen. It was a bedroom of sorts, with a huge, low couch taking up a third of the space. There were a couple of chests of drawers, and a dressing table. But what was most noticeable were the walls and ceiling.