Chapter 14

To say I felt great trepidation about seeing Anthony again is putting it lightly.

That didn’t keep me from going to class. I didn’t do myself any favors by wearing a pair of short shorts, like tight enough to outline my entire lower region, but I also wore a conservative blouse and bra. My brain was so messed up. Anthony completely ignored me, beyond the occasional question about our history lesson. During break I thought of cutting class, just walking straight to my cousin’s and hanging out by the pool, but I found myself unable to leave. I wanted to talk with Anthony, even had some romantic notion of developing some kind of illicit affair with the much older teacher, but kept getting nervous about what it all meant.

As every other student rose to go at the end of class, I stayed glued to my seat. Anthony looked out into the hallway, then closed the door, and told me to follow him into the back room. This time he closed the door behind him, locking all others out. This one act actually helped, making me feel a little less nervous, knowing nobody could walk in on us.

“May. You look even more beautiful today. I’m glad you stayed. I want to talk to you. I think what we did yesterday was wonderful. How about you? Are you sad? Are you upset at me?”

I swallowed, unwilling to admit my lust for the handsome man, wishing he would pick me up and take me home and keep me there for the rest of the summer. No, that was stupid, that and a thousand other conflicting thoughts, so I just shrugged and hoped he couldn’t read my mind. Anthony wouldn’t accept that. He stepped in, a hand around my waist, his fingers somehow slipping into the upper edge of my shorts.

“You know what you did, what kind of an effect such a view has on a man, May. And you’re such a beautiful young woman. The very dream of every young man in the city. You have the most beautiful pussy, so nicely trimmed, and so pink and shimmering in wetness. You showed that to me, and so of course all I could think of yesterday, and all last night, was you.”

As Anthony spoke, soft and with an intimate tone I was both drawn to and feared, he was pulling me closer, his fingers delving a little deeper into my crotch. His hand suddenly pushed low, his fingers grasping my bare ass, and as I turned to the side, ineffectively trying to move away from him, Anthony somehow lifted my hips up, my whole lower body, then slowly lowered me to the rug.

I quickly turned onto my hands and knees, trying to crawl away, saying something about how he needed to stop. More sex? Absolutely. I would have been disappointed without it. Anthony was both lusty man and romantic lover. Sex was right up there at the top of the list. It’s just that I also wanted to do something with him that I rarely got to do with the many other guys I opened my legs to. What was that? I wanted to talk, for Anthony to hold me, for him to give soft kisses to my face and talk with me before finally ravishing me again. Right then I wanted to go out for lunch and talk with him before going to his place for an afternoon of sex. Sex. Lots of sex. But first talk.

Fat chance. I put a knee forward, hoping to move away, but in a single tug at my shorts, Anthony pulled my shorts and G-string down to my knees. With another tug he removed them entirely, leaving my sandals on my feet, but my legs and ass open to his desires.

When Anthony rolled me over, I saw him undoing his slacks, pulling out the long oddly shaped length of hot manly flesh I had felt inside me just the day before. It took only a second for my eyes to recognize the thing. Fat hairy balls, big ribbons of dark veins going up and around the thing, and again with the blunt tip. In another second I was on my knees, kneeling before Anthony, and with one of his hands behind my head, I pulled his throbbing organ down and sucked him into my mouth.

This time I had control, and with a fast blow I was hoping to calm Anthony down and have him understand that I wanted more from him. That’s what I thought, but as I was working on sucking the life out of the tip of the man’s cock, my mouth filling with the flow of his pre-cum, Anthony was also busy. Within a minute he’d removed my blouse, then my undershirt and bra, and each time I returned to attacking his cock with the hope of a fast blow into my mouth.

With me completely naked and kneeling before him, Anthony spent a couple of minutes playing his hands over my tits while slowly fucking my mouth with his cock. It started off like that, slow and simple, me using all of my past experience at sucking cock to blow his balls and slow him down. Then Anthony pushed in a little deeper, bumping into my throat, one hand holding my head steady and pulling in while he slowly kneeled on the carpet as he began to hump my face. My entire mind was focused on relaxing, on stifling my gag reflex as Anthony’s ball sac was pushed into my chin. He held it there, barely moving the flared head of his cock in my throat, me trying mightily to breathe through my nose and not disappoint the man.

It was only a few seconds but it seemed like minutes before Anthony finally pulled back. I gasped for breath, thinking of nothing more than taking in a deep lungful. For some stupid reason I thought that was it, that I’d done good and now we could cuddle. So dumb. Anthony was saying something about what a great all-round slut I was when I realized he had pushed me onto my back and was pulling my legs out wide. I tried to crabwalk backwards, but Anthony easily pulled me back, stretching my legs and thighs wide while giving off a low chuckle as he looked down at my naked crotch.

The man covered me, crawling up between my legs, then pushing his hips between my thighs. One hand held tight to my leg, but the other covered my throat, his fingers wrapping almost all the way around my little neck. He squeezed, constricting my breathing, holding me still and in total control as his body covered and filled my own naked self.

With a quick kiss to my cheek, his chest rose over me, and I felt the tip of his cock push into the folds of flesh between my legs. I again tried to turn sideways but could only give out a groan as his leading fat knob levered my twat open. My knees tried to squeeze in, but Anthony’s hips were there, blocking every attempt to move away as he began to pump into me. I know I kind of panicked then, letting out a couple of high-pitched squeals while my legs kicked out, my fists striking his shoulders, but the man had me pinned down, his cock stretching my twat out to meet his needs.

I went into shock, focused on the hard male phallus taking over ever more of my body, but I could also hear Anthony. Somehow his shirt was off and I was staring up into a chest full of black hair, moving back and forth over my eyes as the words entered my ears and his hips pushed deeper into my open thighs.

“My god, girl. Do you feel yourself? You’re so hot, and so wet I can just glide right into you.” Then a pause as Anthony buried himself just a little deeper inside me.

“So tight. So perfectly tight. Tightest little Chinese cunt in the country. Hope I didn’t hurt you too much. Love the feel of that hot little pussy sucking on my dick. That hot little hole of yours is able to suck my cock even better than your mouth. Raise your legs up. Lift up your knees. Jesus but you’re a find.”

I raised my legs when he told me to, not wanting to think about what he was saying about me. Anthony finally took his hand off my throat. It was so nice being able to take a full breath. He reached back with his hands and hooked his elbows under my knees. Pushing forward, he had me completely trapped, his large body crushing me into the ground. Then came the fuck. Not real long, maybe five minutes, just enough for my legs to start to cramp. Not that I cared.

The fuck was good, the man holding back a bit, not pushing all the way in with ass slapping thrusts but instead pulling back enough to slip in and out of the entrance to my twat maybe a hundred times. A good fuck, one that gave me a couple of quick highs before I heard him groan, saying he was going to cream my sweet little Chinese ass. Like the day before, I had to gasp at his release. The man’s initial jets of cum were easy to feel, each hot blast a reminder of the dirty sexual play we were engaged in.

Yeah, no condom, wild and free, and I loved the thought of my loins being home to all his nasty manly sperm. As Anthony’s climax filled me, he somehow arched his body, pushing his dick hard into me while latching his mouth onto mine. No lie in saying I kissed the man like he was my first and one and only. In that long minute of kissing and cuming, I wanted nothing more from life than for the moment to never end.

We lay there for a short while, the man’s thick length of flesh throbbing inside of me. I groaned when Anthony finally released my legs, allowing me to stretch back down the floor. That felt incredibly wonderful, but he still hadn’t pulled out of me. He took his time, stretching out over my body, playing his half hard cock inside my drenched pussy, and telling me again and again what a sweet little fuckable body I had.

When he did pull out, he pulled my head over, telling me to bring his only slightly-softened tool back to life. It was sloppy, a lot of cum still covering the man’s cock, but I did as he wished. Other girls complained about their partners doing this with them, but I’d always considered it a normal part of sex. From my first rapist teacher to the guy I’d screwed the day before, all guys wanted girls to fuck and suck, multiple times and in different ways.

For Anthony, I’d do anything and certainly wished I could do more. I had this huge sexual being blowing the full contents of his balls into me and then expecting me to clean off everything he pulled out of my twat while bringing him back to another raging hard-on.

It was the same old thing, but it was also wonderful and freeing with my man, my Anthony. I didn’t love him, but I didn’t hate him or fight him in the way I did with the college guys. I sort of feared him, aware of the effect he was having on my mind and body. It was wonderful, but too much like a drug I had no control over. I was addicted and wanted more and feared what another fuck or another night without him would do to me. On a totally different level than sex with the college guys.

As I licked and sucked on Anthony’s cock, even moving down to suck in his hairy balls, I somehow knew that I was finally finding out what real lovemaking was going to be like. I didn’t fight it too hard, but I had thought that with time I’d be able to explain to Anthony what more I wanted from him and the kind of relationship I envisioned. No, not love, and certainly not marriage, but something. Something more than all the silly fuck games I was playing with the college guys.

My jaw was getting sore, my throat even more so, when Anthony finally pulled his cock out of my mouth. He had me suck and lick on it a few times, kind of like him doing a shallow fuck of my mouth, saying how much he enjoyed watching my sexy lips suck the cum off his cock. I started to get up, thinking that would be enough for the day, but he just rolled me over back onto the rug.

He pulled a pillow out from under the desk, arranging it under my hips, before laying his naked body down on my bare backside. I could easily feel his hard length pushing through my ass crack. His hands went low, pushing my knees out wide, forcing the fat hood of his cock into me with ease. I groaned at the effort, but in only a few thrusts into me, he slipped a good portion of his cock up inside of my already cum-filled cunt.

That’s when the real fuck began. Yeah. Forget that first fuck. That was good, forceful and wild, but then the man really went to town. First with hands up to my tits, then one hand down to my slit, feeling out and beginning an expert diddle of my clit. The sound of his crotch slapping onto my ass filled the room, but I felt the intrusive thrusts of his cock even more. It was good, even desired, but as though a mere witness to the act, I heard myself say, “Slower. A little slower. Not so deep.”

Both fingers and cock followed my directions, the hard pounding fuck from my rear slowing just enough, pulling back a little, his fingers easing up on their pressure on my clit. And the angle was good, like straight down and in, hitting my inner twat just right. Every push in sent a jolt of electricity to my brain, my loins filling with a sexual tension I’d never felt before.

That went on forever, until my hot little volcano came to life and I began fucking Anthony back like the slut he said I was. The orgasm rose slowly before it took me over, everything blacking out but the sound of my multiple shrieks and lightning flashes of pleasure that filled my brain and twat. As I came back to my senses I found myself still fucking Anthony, pushing my ass back into him as one of my hands helped his to massage my tits.

Then I collapsed into the rug, allowing Anthony to grind his balls into my ass. Way too much for me to comfortably take on, but I didn’t care. Took another few minutes, but with his hands up to nestle my tits, Anthony finally let loose, groaning loud as he shot a second load inside of me.

I suddenly remembered the hundred million sperm, now joined by another uncountable warrior horde. All those baby-making sperm, and I somehow didn’t care. I had birth control and it actually made me smile to think of my twat being a holding vessel for the man’s seed. I didn’t even care about Anthony’s nasty words about my tits and ass and cock loving Asian pussy. Not appropriate, but I couldn’t disagree. Right then, with all the world at bay, I couldn’t agree more.

That was a good time. Anthony finally slowed and cuddled and held me, playing with my breasts while saying everything a man couldn’t say to a girl while around others. When we finally rose off the floor, he helped me dress, though mostly watching me dress myself, his fingers doing more to excite me further than actually help me in fastening my shorts or bra.

He again offered a ride and I almost accepted but wondered what people would say if they saw me getting into the teacher’s car. Instead, I took the bus straight to Ken’s place, my mind focused only on what I’d just done, what a grown man had done to me, and how much I wanted a repeat. Sure, my twat had been stretched and my throat could still feel where Anthony had pumped his cock into my face, but I figured that was the minor cost of real sex between a man and a woman. I began seeing myself as a maturing girl capable of making a real man lustful and complete.

Instead of staying home to do my nails and prepare myself for my man, my one and only, I went a little wild with all the guys dropping by the pool. I’d kind of gotten the hint that a relationship, true love, might not be what Anthony was thinking of. I knew my feelings were at worst just a crush and no way I was going to give up my heart to a man not ready to help a young girl out. It hurt, but I pretended not to care.

Allowed myself to get picked up by a couple of guys with an apartment and a bottle of tequila and off I went. Emptied the guys and the bottle, down my throat and up my pussy. Amazing how much an ounce or two of tequila can both sting and warm the inside of a girl’s twat. Probably good at knocking out the warrior horde swimming around in my uterus. Condom? Who needs to bother with a condom just an hour after my teacher had already filled my loins with a quart of wild and virile cream? To hell with it.

Both of my new lovers poured large armies of semen into me and I envisioned all that fresh masculine seed warring for control of my fertile eggs. That’s when I pushed my open thighs high and poured the remaining tequila into my cum-filled hole. Doubtful that the alcohol killed off any of the sperm, but it sure warmed my loins and readied me for another round with the guys. The tequila might have helped me fall asleep that night but all of my dreams were of Anthony.

Next day, the same as before, Anthony pouring his lust into me as though I was the last girl on the planet, and I did just the same with him. I figured we’d have only a few days left, a few days of insane sex before he returned to wherever he was from. Thought it would be the same old thing, day after day, but that Thursday before finals Friday really turned things around.

I walked into class on Thursday as though a princess, knowing I might be invited into the castle, but knowing full well that the prince could walk out on me at any time. Anthony gave me special looks, and after class he dragged me into his little office. I didn’t mind when he was a little rough at tearing off my clothing, finally tripping me down on the worn carpet, pulling my ass back, and slipping his cock into my very wet and obviously ready twat. It was a hard, fast fuck, no real orgasm for me, but just being fucked by the man gave me no small amount of pleasure.

As I felt Anthony’s jets of semen and heard him groan out my name, I was able to smile and be content. For a minute more he went wild, pounding into me, biting my neck and giving a few slaps to my ass. Then he collapsed onto my back, his hairy chest pressing into the back of my head. I enjoyed the smell of the man’s body even as I relished the feel of his cock dancing inside of my twat. It was lusty nasty sex as I had never imagined it, and I never wanted the summer to end.

That’s when we heard the clapping, and the voice from the doorway.

“That was one fine fuck, Anthony. If I’d been quicker, I’d have pulled out my phone and saved it for us to all jerk off to when I’m back at base.”

I stiffened, worrying about what the stranger, or maybe even another teacher, had just seen me and Anthony do on the rug, but he seemed to take it in stride.

“Terrence. You should have waited. I’ll be right out.”

Anthony peeled himself off of me while I wondered who this Terrence person might be. Anthony pulled back, only slowly slipping the softened remnants of his steel hammer from inside of me. As he stood up, I tried to curl up, trying to hide myself from the unknown stranger’s intrusive eyes.

It didn’t matter. Even as I saw Anthony walk to my side, I felt a pair of hands touch my exposed ass. I tried to crawl forward, but the unseen man pulled me back, his fingers slipping into the wet folds of flesh between my thighs.

“Terrence, man, don’t do that. She’s just a student of mine.”

“Right. A high school student, and no way you should be doing this with her. Imagine what would happen if the authorities found out. Bad shit man. I’m just taking advantage of what you’ve already helped yourself to. Don’t start on me. Its been months. You know what I’ve been through. That little slant eyed slut is just what I need right now.”

Something in what the man said shut Anthony up. He shot out a fast, “You’re such an asshole,” but left this faceless stranger to enjoy me any way he wanted. I’d started to hyperventilate, unable to believe what was about to happen to me. My bare chest was still pressing into the rug, my back to the room, but then I felt this strange man’s fingers playing down my side, up my thighs, then one hand reaching up to massage my breasts while other fingers pushed deep into my slit. In an attempt to escape from the stranger, from this man called Terrence, I tried turning to the side. Terrence seemed fine with that, turning me over, then pushing his hips into my open legs.

That’s when I got my first look at my attacker, Anthony’s friend. He was a lightly bearded black man, with wide shoulders, and wearing only a white undershirt. He looked young, maybe in his mid-20s, like Anthony, handsome and fit, his eyes gleaming with obvious lust. As his hips pressed into my naked thighs, I could feel his raw skin and knew he was as naked as I was.

He smiled at me, a big wide smile. I could hardly react, my body frozen, my breaths coming in gasps, trembling at the touch of this strange man who was crushing me into the carpet. He bent his head down, giving a kiss to my cheek, one hand caressing my head while he held one leg and thigh tight to his hip. For another minute he held me like that, giving light kisses to my face, even a little tonguing to my lips, while whispering words he had no right to say to me. But his voice was so soft and his words so erotic I couldn’t help myself but be taken in by him.

“Damn girl, you’re so fine. You’re all kind of nice. Smooth, like silk, and so beautiful. That’s a fine ass you have. Love to see you dressed up for the night. Come out with me some time. I’d be proud to have you on my arm. Those tits are mighty fine too. Nipples are as hard as I am. Can’t wait to see you all grown up, all filled out. But right now you’re the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes look so frightened, but I know you’re in need, too. I can help you there. Give you a little loving. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

A lot of that, every phrase followed by a kiss, a nibble to my ear, a caress of my head and breasts. I kept expecting Anthony to intervene, to save me, but what really took my mind over was what was going on at the other end of my body. With every little word and kiss and caress, the man was pushing his hips through my open thighs, his obviously erect cock pressing down into my pussy and slipping up and through my slit. Over and over, back and forth, Terrence’s hardened piece of manhood wet itself between my legs, exciting my clit to such an extent that I almost came right there.

I knew it was all over when a shudder went through my body and my hips involuntarily jerked upwards, as though demanding Terrence fuck me. I groaned and collapsed back onto the rug, raising one leg and wrapping it around the man’s back. I felt embarrassed at such a wanton display, showing some stranger that I needed to have sex with him, and right there in front of Anthony. I was actually relieved and gave silent thanks when I felt his cock pull back and down before pressing into and stretching out the entrance to my hole.

I suppressed a moan, a part of my brain being thankful that Anthony had warmed me up and given me the lubrication necessary to take on his friend. I could feel the leading head of his dick slip into me, which was fine. Those first couple of inches were nice. I even pushed my hips up, letting him know I could take on more.

What made me gasp was my feeling the width of the man. It was as though he had something tied around the middle of his cock and it really widened me out. Inch after inch, the fat length of flesh continued to push into me and stretch my vaginal walls out. I groaned with the effort, thankful only that Terrence was taking his time and not just shoving his entire length down my hole. Back and forth, slowly, and with every inch I took in I released a short grunt, wondering how much more I was capable of.

For all his soft words, Terrence had a need, an abundance of frustrated lust that I found myself at the center of. I could feel Anthony’s few ounces of cum being forced out of me as Terrence pushed up, his one hand holding my shoulder down, his other pushing one of my thighs out as he pulled back and then pushed himself into me.

More than anything I worried that the man would push hard and deep, thinking he was too wide and maybe a bit long for my little cunt to hold. I kicked my legs out, did my best to escape, worried about how thick the man’s unnatural dong was stretching me, but he held me tight, pulled back, and added another inch to his depth. I groaned with every inch he pushed into me, but Terrence focused only on pressing in deeper, slowly but insistently impaling me on everything he had between his legs.

Just as his balls pressed into me, my twat stretched to its limit, I completely collapsed back onto the rug, unable to summon any energy to fight the man off. Terrence did the opposite. He spread his body over mine, crushing me, his knees pushing my legs out wide as he started up a frantic fuck. Knowing he’d conquered me, had me totally at his mercy, the man seemed to go wild. This stranger, a man I’d never met before, began pulling back and thrusting in, a couple dozen hard and demanding thrusts, grunting out that he was going to fuck me and cum in my pussy. And boy did he. My eyes flew open, my hands uselessly pushing up at the man’s shoulders, my knees forced sideways, and with every deep thrust I released a short guttural grunt.