Fawn dragged through classes the entire day. She simply wasn't used to being up all night and having Jack up all night, too.
As she came into Jack's history class – the last of the day – he told her, "Fawn, I've got to talk with you after class. Don't run off. This is important."
"Sure, uh, Mr. Harris." She'd almost slipped and called him Jack. With that gossip Phyllis standing beside her, it was a good thing she'd remembered in time.
As it was, Phyllis said, "Boy, are you ever getting chummy with him. A real teacher's pet."
"What do you mean, Phyl?"
"Hell, anyone can see the look in your eye when you gaze on our oh-so-muscular history teacher. Got a thing going with him? Is putting out the only way you could pass the course?"
"Don't be gross," Fawn snapped. She stalked off and sat in her desk. It had come very close to home. The girl wondered how many others in the room guessed what was going on between her and Jack.
For most of them, they wouldn't have cared one iota. But Phyllis – she was a gossip and loved to be the one to start rumors.
In this case it wouldn't be a rumor. It would be the truth.
Fawn settled down into her seat and slumped, waiting for the hour to be over. Whatever it was that Jack wanted to talk to her about sounded important. She just hoped that Ears Logan wasn't coming around hounding him for money again.
She thought about the small bookie. Try as the girl might, she couldn't simply dismiss Ears as an evil man. There was something about him that was more dignified than a mere bookie. He had the carriage of a man of some means, yet insisted on acting like something that had crawled out of the gutter.
Fawn didn't understand him. Not at all.
Finally, the class was over and she almost ran to Jack. He held her at arm's length until the last of the students had left.
Then, he said, "I'm glad you'd see me. It had me worried."
"Worried? Why, darling? Because of the other night? You think that did something to break us up? How can you be so wrong? Wasn't it just great between us when I left?"
"I thought you'd had the chance to realize what you'd done," he said lamely. "I'm glad you don't hold it against me." The cunning look had crept back into his eyes.
"What do you want, Jack? I can tell when you take that tone. You aren't in debt to Ears again, are you?"
"Not exactly, but I do need to get some money ahead. But, this time, darling, it'll be for us. I intend to spend it all on a surprise for you."
"What do you want me to do?" Her tone was chilly. There was something about asking her to go out and earn the money for her very own present that irritated the girl.
"Don't be mad at me, Fawn," he pleaded. "I've got almost all the money I need for, well, I'll tell you. It's a brand new car. Just for you. A sports car."
"Green! Is it green, Jack?" she squealed. She'd been wanting a car but her parents had forbidden it. They said she was too young, that she could wait another couple years.
A couple years seemed like an eternity to the fifteen-year-old. Now here was her lover offering her the very thing she wanted more than anything else in the whole wide world!
"Green, sure it's green," he said.
"Oh, Jack, how can I thank you – and forgive you. I thought you'd been betting again. I should have known. What do you want me to do?"
She was momentarily aghast when he told, her, then she brightened and realized that this was for both of them.
"What do you think, Red?" the black man asked his red-haired friend.
"I think I like the scenery just fine, Fred. And I'll just bet you do, too."
Fawn felt like a side of beef going up for auction. The two men weren't unattractive. In fact, the redhead was sort of cute. But the idea of both of them having her at the same time repulsed her. She wished she had told Jack to forget it. There were any number of ways of getting the rest of the money together for a car besides charging these two for the privilege of balling her.
"Yeah, I like it better 'n most I see. What do you want. The front or the back door?"
Fawn wondered what the two were talking about. They knew she was in the room. They just seemed to ignore her, though. It was as if she were of absolutely no importance to them. She didn't much like it but had to go along with it. Jack wanted it.
And what Jack wanted, she'd try to deliver.
"So what's it going to be, you two?" she asked. "What's happening?"
"The chick's asking what's happening. Hey, I like that," said Red. "I like that real good. I'll take the front, I guess. I'm sorta hard up for a little pussy."
"Sure looks little, too," leered Fred.
Both men began stripping off their clothes. Fawn stood stock still waiting for some indication of what they expected from her. She was as much in the dark as it was possible.
Then Red snapped, "Come on, chick. Get naked. Quick!"
She began undressing. When she slipped out of her panties, Fred let out a low whistle of appreciation.
"Goddamn, look at that! She ain't got no fur on her pussy! Shaved clean, she has. I think we're gonna get our money's worth. I really do, this time around." He cackled like a hen and swiftly finished getting out of his pants. He carelessly tossed them aside.
In spite of herself, the girl had to stare openly at the sight in front of her. Fred had the biggest, blackest hard-on she'd ever seen. His cock looked like a huge pillar of ebony. She found herself almost drooling at the sight. She couldn't help wondering if he could use such a fine-looking tool.
"See, Red. All those chicks go for a big, black prick."
"And that's why they go for you, I guess. You're about the biggest and blackest prick I know!"
Both men laughed, then advanced on the frightened girl. She simply didn't know what to do with both of them. The men sported raging hard-ons. She wanted to flee, but she knew that wasn't possible any longer. She was trapped in the same room with them. The only way out was for them to do to her whatever they wanted.
Then, maybe then, she could escape.
Till then, she'd simply have to relax and ride with their perverted desires.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice breaking from the nervous strain.
"The little girl with the shaved pussy wants to know what the two of us are going to do. You want to tell her?" Fred looked to Red who only shrugged. The black man continued, "Okay, little girl. We're both gonna fuck you… at the same time. My friend here is gonna take you up that invitingly naked little pussy. And me? I'm a back door man. I like to fuck chicks up their ass. You got a real nice lookin' ass, you bet!"
The girl felt gooseflesh breaking out all over her body. She didn't want the black man fucking her – and certainly not up her rear. That was obscene, perverse!
"No, look, this is all a mistake. I can explain."
"You explain nothing, girl. We know why we're here. So do you," said the redhead. "We're all going to have a fun time!"
His hand circled her upper arm and gripped hard. She squealed but couldn't escape. He was simply too strong for her.
"She's a real vixen, Fred. Fighter. I like 'em feisty. Come here, you little cunt!"
He pulled her to his chest. She felt her tits flatten against him. It wasn't possible for her to force herself away from him. No matter which way she turned, he was there.
Then she noticed the hard rod pressed between their bodies. She looked down and saw his erection. The tip of the cock was pointed directly at her face. For an instant, she hesitated. What was so bad about him stuffing that huge prick up her cunt?
It wasn't as if it were something new for her. She'd taken all sorts of men's cocks and enjoyed all of them. None as much as Jack, sure, but it wasn't as if this were punishment.
If it was, it was the nicest punishment in the world!
She relaxed just enough for Red to bend his legs, then straighten up. His cock soared directly up and between her legs. He speared deep up her cunt. The sudden intrusion into her pussy made her weak in the knees. She sagged down a little.
This only shoved the prick even deeper into her twat.
"Hey, I like that. She wants more of my cock. How about that, Fred?"
"She's just like the rest of 'em, Red. She bitches and moans and carries on how she's a nice girl and doesn't fuck around. Then, when she sees a real man's cock, she wilts all over. Just wait till she gets a taste of my cock."
The teenager tried to turn and see what the black man meant but was held too firmly by Red's cock up her cunt. His arms supported most of her weight and he kept her pulled in close to his hairless chest. She started rubbing up and down. The sweat on the man's chest caused her nipples to drag sensuously across his naked skin.
"Hell, hurry up, man. Those tits of hers are going to poke holes in my chest unless you get on with it," Red told his friend.
The teenager tried again to look behind her to see what was going on. Then it was no longer necessary for her to look. She could feel what the black was doing.
"No, NO!" she cried. "Don't you dare! I… I, oh, no!"
"Yeah, babe. This prick is aimed straight up your tailpipe. Bend forward a little bit. That's the way!"
Fred's cock parted the meaty slabs of her curved asscheeks. She felt his hot meat driving down toward the bottom of the humid crack. Then his cock pressed its blunt nose against her tightly clenched asshole.
"God, but you're a tight-ass. Loosen up, babe or this is gonna hurt both of us!"
She didn't want to relax. She wanted to keep that black pecker out of her asshole as long as possible. The suddenness with which Red's cock began moving in her twat took her by surprise. One second, she had a juicy cunt full of prick. The next, she was achingly empty.
The girl leaned forward slightly to try and recover some of the length of prick that had been denied her. This was her undoing. The man behind jammed his hips forward. She felt her tightly muscled asshole begin to give in under the steady pressure.
She bellowed with pain but it did no good. In spite of her tensed anus, the battering ram of black cock was hurtling up her rectum. Not even having her cherry popped caused her this much pain. Her entire body was flooded with agony as the cock raced all the way up her shit chute.
"No, ohhh, please, it huuurts!"
"Sure it does, babe. Told you it would but you wouldn't listen. Little Miss Tight-ass, that's you."
"Okay for me to get back in the game?" asked Red.
"Sure, man. Join in. Both at the same time or alternating?"
The girl didn't understand what the black man was saying. She was quickly shown. Red said, "Alternating. Now!"
As the man fucking her ass withdrew, Red slammed his cock home all the way up her cunt. She shrieked and almost fainted. But it was so good getting a prick back up her cunt where it belonged. The relief she felt at having the huge black boner out of her asshole was helped along by the sensual enjoyment of the throbbing, all male prick up her cunt.
"Yes, oh, don't ever take it out," she sobbed. It no longer mattered to her if she cried. Tears poured down her face and dribbled across the wide expanse of her tits.
"The little girl likes me. But not you. Let's switch. NOW!"
The two cocks reversed places. She felt the intense suction in her twat as Red pulled out. And the painful re-entry of Fred all the way up into her guts made her cry even more.
It was more than she could bear.
"You black bastard!" she cried. "You cock-sucking nigger! Stop it, stop itttt!"
"I think she's starting to like you, Fred. Let's really give 'em both to her."
"Glad you said that. Man, is she ever hot! I feel like she's melting my Goddamn prick off. A fuckin' blast furnace inside. Never felt a chick's tail that was this tight, either. I think I got me a virgin asshole to fuck real good!"
"Cunt's nice and tight and frothy, too. But let's not discuss it. Let's do it!"
They did it.
The girl felt as if they'd rip her apart. As soon as one of them left her body, the other came hurtling in. Her ass burned like fireants had crept in and began nibbling at her tender flesh. The thick black cock was drilling hard and fast into her bowels.
The black man was fucking her ass good.
The redhead wasn't doing that bad a job on her twat, either. It was just that she was more used to feeling a man's long cock surging back and forth in that greased slot. Her pussy lips were spread wide apart for his cock to come and go. She even enjoyed the sensations of him screwing her while standing.
But having her ass fucked, that was a different matter. She'd never been cornholed before and wasn't sure if she liked it at all.
At first, it had been utter agony. The pain had completely overshadowed any pleasure she might have gotten from it. Then, as her body adjusted to taking the big black cock up her ass, the pleasure began to mount.
She was actually enjoying being buggered by the black buck. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was enjoying it!
"Fuck me harder, you black son of a bitch! Harder, harder!"
"See," grunted Fred. "I told you the chick with the shaved cunt was like all the others. Just doin' anything she could for a taste of my long, black prick!"
"Yes, damn you," she pleaded. "Yes. Now give it all to me!"
"All of it comin' up! And I do mean up!"
He snapped his legs straight. The black's cock drove hard up her ass and filled her bowels. At the same time, she felt Red's cock pushing its way up into her cunt.
Both pricks smashed into her body at the same time. Up till this time, she'd never had both of them inside her at the same precise second. Now the two long cylinders of hard meat were pressed together in her belly, only thin inner membrane separating them.
She felt weak and almost fainted. She held onto her senses, though. It wouldn't do for her to pass out and miss any of the pleasure these two studs were dishing out!
"More," she said weakly. "Give me more!"
"God, I… I don't think I can keep going too much longer," complained Red. "She's squeezing down so Goddamn tight on my cock, I'm gonna blow my wad."
"Know what you mean, buddy. And I can feel the underside of your cock rubbing up against mine through her guts!"
The girl felt their pricks straining and bucking deep inside. She tried to play the usual tricks on them by tensing and relaxing her muscles. A brand new set of muscles was required for this. She tightened her ass and heard the tall black man groan. The tiny ring of muscle surrounding her asshole was clamped down on his cock like a hangman's noose.
She reveled in the feeling of power over him. She could control him as long as his cock was captive inside her.
The other man was as much a prisoner as his friend. She could clutch at his cock with her cunt walls. The soft folds of her pussy weren't oiled too much now that he'd been fucking her so forcefully. He'd burned off a lot of her cunt juices with the friction between his broad-headed cock and her flesh. She concentrated on milking him of his jism.
It worked. He came.
He gulped, then moaned loudly as he started frantically fucking her. She took his every thrust. Her cunt was drinking up his cum with an avidness that made the man almost collapse.
Limp, he looked at the girl and exclaimed, "Damn me but I never felt a cunt grab me like that! It felt as if she had a fist inside a velvet glove and it was squeezing the hell out of me!"
Fred didn't hear. The blood was rushing like the ocean's surf in his ears. He was too busy greeking this naive, innocent girl.
But no young girl ever had a more knowing asshole. She was playing with him like he was her toy. Her ass seemed to suck him in and then refused to let him go. Never had he cornholed anyone who could grip his cock like this. "Like it now, black man?" she panted.
"Love your lily white ass, babe!"
He continued fucking as hard as he could until his cock ruptured at the seams. He ejaculated wildly, creaming the insides of her rectum with his jizz.
When he was limp, Fawn tightened her muscles a little more and squirted him from her buttocks. She turned and said, "I've had better."
Fred looked her square in the eyes and said, "I doubt that, babe, but I gotta admit you do have one helluva nice ass. I'd bugger you any time, anywhere!"
Fawn sat down, acutely aware of the pain jabbing into her butt. The cornholing had had a bigger effect on her than she wanted to show. She tried to took at the two men with some degree of composure. It just wasn't possible for her to do it.
"Well?" she asked. "What now?"
Red found his wallet and tossed her two hundred dollar bills. He said, "Here's the dough. And for once, I didn't feel like I was robbed. Tell your old man to ink us in for next week."
"Maybe I will. You weren't that bad," she mused. But her mind was racing. Two hundred bucks! Just for a few minutes. She sighed, then picked up the bills as the men left. This wasn't her money, not exactly. It was Jack's. He needed it for the down payment on the car.
Their car, she hastily corrected herself.
But two hundred dollars. That was more money than she'd ever seen in one lump before.