Chapter 2

Carl started out the very next day. He figured out where she ate lunch and went over to her. She was sitting along at a table, facing the window. He came up behind her and startled her by asking if he could join her there. With a huge blush she had agreed, and Carl had spent the lunch being as charming as he knew how to be. They both avoided any and all mention of sex, or his relations with all her fellow cheerleaders. He thanked her when lunch was finished, and told her that he had really appreciated having someone he could just talk to. She blushed again and said that she had really enjoyed it as well. Carl had then scurried away to the bathroom before his next class and masturbated furiously in the toilet to relieve the pressure of staring at those tits out the corner of his eye all lunch period. Mary watched him go with a roll of the eyes and a shake of her head. This was going to be hard duty for her, but it would be worth it.

The next day was more of the same, as the two sat and both pretended to talk like civilized people. Carl managed to keep up the flow of bullshit, while inside he was really picturing her in every depraved manner he could think of. Carl was going to do things to this poor girl that are usually only performed on farm animals, he would think to himself. Just sitting there with her made him animalistically hungry, and he would fantasize all throughout the whole lunch, while pretending to maintain an air of intelligent conversation. Then it would be back to the bathroom before his next period. He had promised himself that he wouldn't fuck anyone else until he finally got into little Mary's pants. He gave her a week, at the most. But Mary had had enough of this cro-magnon courtship and decided to accelerate her timetable.

The third day was somewhat of a shock to Carl. Where Mary almost always wore a bulky, baggy sweater, or form-hiding top of some kind, she wore a simple print sundress. Very old-fashioned, but with a body like hers it made Carl salivate. She smiled shyly when she saw him approach, lunch in hand, and ducked her head bashfully. Carl complimented her on her dress, fumbling his way through it while staring openly at her tits. She pretended not to notice and thanked him. She whispered that she had never worn it to school, but that there was this boy that she was interested in, and she wanted to impress him. Carl almost felt sorry for the girl. If she was thinking that this was how a girl should dress to impress, she was even more sheltered than he had originally thought. Besides, anyone could have seen that it was Carl she was talking about. He knew then that the game was almost up.

Carl went to the oldest of all lines, and asked her if she would be willing to tutor him after school that day. He told her that her grades were so much better than his, and he was worried about not making the football team this time around, due to academic restrictions. In reality, Carl had excellent grades, but this was the in that he needed. Mary had to fight to keep from laughing outright at this, but she managed to keep it together and keep the derision out of her voice as she agreed. Carl wasn't the slightest bit surprised, and she scrawled down her phone number and address. Carl had noted with some surprise that it was out in Valley Hills, which was a very nice part of town, but hadn't thought too much about it. This girl was so sheltered that it somehow made sense. He was sure that she was probably very rich, and her family had a lot of money. They probably went out of their way to spoil her, and keep her from the rough, cruel outside world.

Well, Carl knew a thing or two about rough, and he was dying to show her firsthand all about it. He was harder than ever at the conclusion of the lunch period, but resisted the urge to go relieve himself before his next class. He walked in, with his iron-hard dick straining against the front of his Levis, and drew more than a few appraising looks, including one from the teacher. He ignored all of them, though on the inside he was loving it, and made his way to his seat. He had a plan for this hardon, and he wasn't going to waste a drop of it until he shot his huge load all over pretty little Mary's cute face. The thought made his cock lurch in his pants, and he heard a stifled gasp from the seat next to him. He grinned to himself and closed his eyes, thinking about the fun he was going to have that night.

Mary had informed her mother and the house staff of her visitor, and everything was in place. She knew as much as she could stomach about this oaf, and exactly how he would approach everything. She was the bait, and so she would play along with every one of his moronic attempts to bed her. The last step was to 'examine the merchandise', as it were, for herself. Mary was quite experienced sexually, and would be able to tell if it was truly worth risking their business by exposing themselves to Carl. She was all dressed for more play-acting, and had made all the necessary preparations she assumed would be necessary to keep any possibility of enjoying the process. To that end, she was already fully lubed, both her vagina and anus, and she had spent the previous half an hour masturbating, so she was already raring to go. On the one hand it would make her look more hot and eager, and on the other it would put her that much closer to orgasm in case Carl had a tendency to cum too soon. She was meticulous, and she was ready. Carl wasn't going to know what hit him.

She had heard, directly from a tearful Lisa, all about Carl's almost-rape of a few days before. Mary's eyes had narrowed at the recounting, and she had comforted the girl as best as she could, assuring her that everything would be all right. Carl was practically a menace walking the streets with his mindset. Lisa hadn't been the first he had practically injured, and left bleeding, but she was the first who had gone back willingly. In between sobs she had told Mary all about how she couldn't help herself. She knew that it hurt, and that it was bad, but then her body just took over and she had such a tremendous orgasm that it rattled her teeth. Mary had finally given her the name of a doctor that her mother used, one that could keep his mouth shut, and recommended that she not see Carl any more, no matter how strong the urge.

At least not until we've got him properly trained, she thought at the time.

It hadn't taken much to get Mary to this point, Carl reflected. She had practically been quivering when he showed up at the door, in his best tight T-Shirt. He worked out quite a bit, and knew that he was far more stacked than most boys his age. He also had worn a quite small pair of black jeans, with what looked like a softball sticking out the front of them. Mary had gasped at the sight of him, and brought her hand up to her mouth in shock, her eyes glued to his crotch. Her expression made him grin, and made his snake start to harden. Her eyes followed it as it wormed its way through the fabric of his jeans, across his hip and starting down his left pant leg. When she had finally looked up at him, her eyes wide, he had asked her if she had seen anything she liked.

From there, it had been child's play to suggest that they actually study up in her room. She hadn't resisted a bit, and her eyes kept darting down to his crotch as she fidgeted. Carl figured her panties must be soaked, and could practically smell her desire. He had rested his hand on her thigh at one point, and she had shivered and closed her eyes at the touch. Her skin was hot and flushed, and he knew just how to solve what ailed her. He had turned her head and given her a rough kiss, which she had broken off to gasp for breath. When she had, he had attacked her neck, nibbling and biting, leaving little love marks all down it. She had run her fingers through his hair, whimpering as he ran his hand up her sundress up to her crotch. He was surprised to see that she wasn't totally soaked through, but he put that down to fear. When she got a good look at what was in store for her, she'd just melt.

Mary couldn't believe how bad he was. She played her part as best she could, and actively started to fantasize, trying to work up some passion so she could enjoy what was about to happen, but Carl was much more of a distraction than he was a lover at this point. She followed his lead, though, and kept up with him enough that he never suspected a thing.

After a heavy petting session, Carl had finally gotten her dress and underwear off and made her stand nude before him. She truly was beautiful. Everything he had hoped for, and then some. She had huge tits, which stood out proudly from her thin frame. His eyes had traveled down her surprisingly chiseled stomach to her trimmed bush. Her legs were tanned and toned, and made his mouth practically water. Then, as she watched, he removed his shirt and opened his jeans. He taunted her, asking her if she wanted to see it. She had bitten one lip and blushed a little, then nodded furtively. He grinned at her and took his jeans and shorts down in one motion to his knees, then stood up proudly to show her his tool.

Mary couldn't help but smile a bit at his actions. He was like a teenager, at best. Despite the very impressive tool he was sporting, his jeans and underwear bunched up around his knees and the look on his face of absolute superiority was just comical. She tried to turn her smile into something sexy, and decided she needed to do something before she lost the giggle that was forming in her throat as she looked at him.

Her reaction was somewhat disappointing, Carl reflected. She hadn't gasped, or jumped, or anything. She had smiled, with a strange expression on her face, and moved towards him. Her hot hand had enveloped his straining prick, and stroked it slowly as she moved her body against his. With her lips at his ear, she had asked him if he wanted to fuck her now. He grinned at her, realizing that he had finally gotten her to move past those crazy morals and ethics. The sight of his cock was all she had needed, and now she couldn't wait for it! He had seen it all before. Women got one look at his instrument and their legs and pussies turned to jelly. All of them did, just some of them took a little more coercion.

He had struggled out of his jeans and followed her, as she led him by his cock to her bed. He was amused at the lack of nervousness she displayed as she turned around and laid on the bed, her long legs splayed out to either side. He had smiled down at her, pumping his cock slowly to make sure it was hard enough, then knelt down on the bed, positioning it at her open cunt, and then thrusting hard into her tight opening.

Mary was so grateful she had thought to lube up ahead of time, otherwise this would have hurt like the dickens. She was no stranger to sex, and had been serviced by some true professionals, but Carl's dick was truly impressive. It stretched her, almost painfully, and she couldn't imagine what it must have been like for those poor girls who had been his previous conquests. As he thrusted harder, pushing deeper inside her, an involuntary groan escaped her lips. She might just enjoy this after all...

She tilted her head back and groaned, wiggling her hips to accommodate his girth. He thrusted again, harder this time, and managed to push his cock the rest of the way in. As he hit bottom, she cried out and threw her arms around his neck. He withdrew and hammered his cock home again, as far as it would go. He managed to get almost 3⁄4 of it inside her tight box, but no more. Carl was used to this, though, and worked with what he had. He started a see-saw motion, pulling back as far as he could, then watching her huge tits shake each time he rammed back home. She was chewing on her bottom lip and moving her hips from side to side in time with his thrusts, groaning almost constantly. He could feel her cunt muscles working around him, massaging his huge cock over and over. She was tight as could be, and he moaned appreciatively, his head thrown back as he worked her over as hard as he could.

Mary was amazed at the sensations of his thick cock. She was spread almost to the point of pain, but at the same time his cock beat against her cervix and managed to rub the underside of her clit. It was an amazing feeling, and nothing like she had ever felt. She was determined to get herself to climax before this stud spurted inside her, and she expertly moved her hips from side to side to stimulate all the areas that this impressive cock could reach, determined to get the full experience.

Mary started to grunt, louder and louder, with each thrust. She was working her way towards a pretty spectacular orgasm, Carl thought as he watched a heavy flush crawl across those huge tits and up her neck. True to expectation, with his next thrust he felt her tight cunt clamp down on his cock, squeezing like mad, and she screamed out her orgasm to the ceiling. He pulled his cock free, then slammed it back home, and she screamed again. Again and again he pounded her, as her nails drew intricate designs on the back of his shoulders and neck, and she kept on screaming until finally, with one monumental wail, she slumped, spent. Her pussy still twitched around his cock as he thrusted, though, and she started to reach again after a moment or two.