voice was too high-pitched to belong to a woman, I treated her as a seasoned lay just the same. My cock went up her to the hilt every time, driving in so far that our pubic bones gnashed together. My lips closed over one of her nipples and my hands went back down to her ass to fondle and squeeze those succulent little orbs of flesh. Thanks to Peggy and little Martha Van de Kut, my ejaculation was a long time coming. My cock went sort of numb after ten minutes of solid pounding, stiff, frozen almost, and I gave Cissy enough cock to make up for whatever she had missed out on in her sexual life.
Only when she started to writhe under me did she put a real strain on my dick. Her supple, elastic pussy trapped my cock deep inside, and twisted and jerked it this way and that, masturbating it in a way, and in no time at all the dam burst. My body arched tautly as the hot semen barreled along the stem of my cock and exploded inside her freshly deflowered pussy. Cissy hadn't been expecting that. The moment the warm douche hit her innards she let out a long, drawn-out wail of delight, and her body quivered from head to toe while she clung to me like a drowning woman. 'Oh God!' she said when the spasm of ecstasy had passed. 'Was that an orgasm?'
'That was it,' I nodded. I barely had the strength to light up a cigarette. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I let the smoke find its own way out of my lungs. 'Now tell me,' I said tiredly, 'why did you come into my room?'
'To get laid,' she replied. Cissy sat with her legs drawn up, her head forward, watching the sperm dribble out of her cunt. 'Will that stop eventually?' she asked.
I tossed her a hand towel and continued my questioning. Cissy wouldn't say anything except that she had wanted to dispose of her hymen and I seemed like the man to do it. In one way it seemed plausible. Yet I didn't trust her. There was something going on in this school. Her entry had been too slick-welcome, of course, but the timing was too right. I shook my head and told her to go to her own bed. Cissy pouted.
'Don't you want me anymore?' she asked.
'It's not that. I'm just tired. It's been a long day.'
'You mean you can't get it up again?'
'Now wait a minute! What do they teach you at this school, anyway? The sign said this was a school for young ladies but you're acting like a young tramp!'
'I read books,' she said simply. 'Men always say they're tired when in fact they can't get it up. But if I can make it stand up will you make love to me again?'
I picked up the hand towel and pointed out the spots of blood. 'Isn't that going to be too painful for you?'
She threw the towel aside and started to stroke my cock with both hands. Now that it was limp she was able to get her mouth around it quite easily, and I could tell she took considerable pleasure in swallowing my greasy, cunt-soaked slug. First she cleaned it from to tip to toe, and then, taking a firmer grip on it with her lips, she started to tug on it. She stretched it as far as it would go, then moved her head forward quickly to take all of my dick inside her mouth, and after a few chews and squeezes she repeated the same process. In spite of the long and hard day I felt a trickle of life flowing back into my member, just a little bit, but enough to make it expand noticeably. Cissy looked up with excitement sparkling in her eyes. Back down she went, tugging, stretching, working her lips around my oversensitive flesh and caressing my belly and balls with her small hands.
It was a charming sight I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and lit another cigarette from the butt of the old one. Cissy lay between my legs, her long brown hair falling like a curtain before her face until she pushed it out of the way. Then I could see my half-hard cock, dark brown and swelling, sticking up into her mouth, clenched between those rosy, full lips. I'd had better blow jobs but none could match this one for sincerity. Cissy was really getting off on it. As she sucked, one of her hands snuck down to between her legs, and I could tell by the moving muscles in her arm that she was toying with her pussy. That excited me as much as her sucking. 'Let me see you play with yourself,' I said hoarsely. At once she moved over and lifted one leg out of the way to show me how her index finger rotated about between the cunt lips. My cock sprang up to assume its maximum proportions, and once more it filled her mouth to bursting.
Cissy went at it with greater persistence this time, though. After some time my knob disappeared into her mouth, and a little later half my cock was inside. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes bulged with the strain, but she kept my cock there until it was hard enough to dig clams with. Then, with a gleeful expression, she got on top of me. She squatted over my dick and reached down to guide it inside. But when it touched her cunt she grimaced in pain. 'Are you all right?' I asked.
'Yes… yes, I think; so,' she said bravely. She tried again. My cock had the taste of cunt again and it did its best to crawl into her. The pain was too much for her. No position we tried improved the situation. 'I'm sorry,' she said finally, 'but my pussy hurts too much. Funny how the pain started after you stopped making love to me.'
'Very funny.' Goddamnit, I wanted her badly now! There was only one thing to do. 'Give me a handjob then,' I told her. She agreed to that and sat down on her haunches beside me to get to it. Her fist closed around the lower half of my cock and moved up and down with a steady beat. While she busied herself with my dick, I was able to gaze deep into her pussy. The way she sat showed me everything, and that certainly helped my erection. The only problem was that she didn't know how to give a good handjob. Her timing faltered, she was timid where she should have been forceful, and vice versa, and no matter how lovely her pussy looked to me, my erection was getting wobbly.
'Here, let me do it,' I said. 'You just strike some interesting poses for me, okay?'
'Oh, that's really naughty!' she squealed, and obliged me at once. She started off by turning her back to me and bending down to look at me through her legs. From that position her pussy literally bulged out from between her thighs, a fulsome little fig bursting with pink flesh and glimmering with its own juices. Above it was her little asshole, a dark dot out of reach of her hairline. And above that her delicious cheeks, rounded and taut. New energy surged into my cock, but I beat off slowly. This was too enjoyable!
Next she sat on the footboard of the bed and parted her legs wide, then let one solitary finger dangle casually between her cunt lips, not actually masturbating but on the verge of it. The lewdness in her eyes set me off. She was teasing me, showing an independent sexuality that easily matched mine. Nineteen years old and already an accomplished temptress! My hand slid up and down along my stiff cock and I felt the warmth suffuse my entire body, right down to my curling toes. The backs of my legs were sweating, my hips were moving up and down, and my eyes burned into the delicious, pink flesh and that weirdly convoluted bit of skin behind which her hole lay, a reticulated orifice, looking like it would choke on a raspberry pit, but really able to swallow a pig. At that moment all of the pussies in the whole wide world bore down on me. Such a wondrous appendage, and every woman had one! There was the paradigm of pussy, right before me, mine to touch or eat or fuck; and yet I preferred to look and beat off over it, as if paying homage to the cosmic cunt.
'I love this!' exclaimed Cissy, watching my cock with shining eyes. 'I've never seen a man do this before, but it's so sexy! Oh Jesus, I'm so close to coming! Can I play with myself a bit, too?' Without waiting for an answer she started to move her finger about in between her plump little cunt. Her eyes half closed and her body grew taut as she rubbed herself into ecstasy. A current flowed between us, doubling all of our pleasures as we watched the other do a solo. I moved closer to her, my nostrils twitching to pick up her heady scent. Not long now. I got up on my knees and faced her on her level. Our faces were close together, our hands worked furiously, we were flushed, sweating, our eyes feverish, another tug, another rotation, wet sounds came from her cunt, I was panting. 'In my mouth!' she groaned, opening up wide. With an immense effort I struggled to my feet and, knees bent, brought my cock to within an inch of her mouth. She started to croon a weird, erotic song of passion, waiting, fingering, and I beat off harder, faster, until the moment came. Thick blurts of sperm flew out and landed on her extended tongue, gathering numbers with every stroke of my fist, until she had enough to drink down. At that moment she lost her balance and flopped forward on the bed, still fingering herself furiously until she, too, came and became quiet.
CHAPTER THREE
We had breakfast in the school's mess hall, at a table set well away from the others. Once we were used to the stares of hundreds of eyes it became possible to get down to business. It turned out that Peggy and Vinnie had had their own kind of entertainment during the night.
'You should have seen her, boss,' said Vinnie, stuffing scrambled eggs into his mouth as he talked, 'a
