The fact that Belinda had brought the new toy with her means she must have at least suspected that I would go too far and end up fucking the shoe store guy; I felt a little hurt at this presumption but also a little giddy with love for her that she knew me so well.

Oh my God, this was a toy from a gothic torture fantasy! The reason I didn’t recognise it at first was because it was three-pronged instead of two. The business end was pink and thick and very realistic; Belinda held it by the shaft and slid it through her closed fist for effect, revealing inch after inch of the most realistic, thick cock with bulging veins and a slight downwards curve. Six, then seven inches projecting from her tiny fist and it just kept on going!

Watching her play with it, I remembered that this was modelled on her mystery man; I don’t know what was more shocking; wondering how I would fit this wonderful thick shaft in my pussy, or remembering that the real monster cock on which this was modelled had already been balls-deep inside me and filled me to overflowing with steaming jets of cum. Finally opening her fist and showing me the base, I could see that the entire thing was the length of Belinda’s forearm, though thankfully not as thick. At the bottom it was similar to the one I bought for her; a U-bend into a shorter dildo that slid into the wearer’s pussy and clamped down on her pubic bone, but this one had another attachment projecting behind that. It looked like a rattlesnake tail; another five inch dildo made up of progressively smaller balls all stuck together.

I recognised this from our internet shopping expeditions; while the middle dildo goes in the wearer’s pussy, the rattle at the goes in her ass, ostensibly to provide stability (because you can close your sphincter on the joints between the balls to hold it in place) but it’s also for pleasure if you were that way inclined. I didn’t think Belinda was much that way inclined, but looking at the size of the weapon out the front, it needed all the stability she could muster. If that meant she had to shove that rattle all the way up her puckered little toochie in order to give me the fucking I had been dreaming of since the Fantasy Night adventure with her man, then I was OK with that.

And her heart went pitty-pat. I mean, I had heard that trite little phrase before but it took 18 years for me to really understand it. It wasn’t ba-bump, ba-bump, BA-BUMP beating out of my chest; but looking at that shaft – fuck, it had to be nine inches – and knowing where it was going … well my breathing had shallowed, my pussy was closing back up with apprehension, my pulse felt irregular … ba-ba-da-bump, ba-ba-da-bump … and – even though I had just come – I was as horny as all get-out.

I stood up, straddling Rajit’s shoulders so that he could watch my pussy from beneath; that way he would be disinclined to run away.

“Where do you want me?” I asked Belinda; the royal court was now open and the Queen was presiding.

She looked me up and down and I followed her gaze; long, lean and sexy at six foot seven, naked from the waist down with six inch spike heels, legs splayed and shining black patent leather clinging to the long curves of my calves, white laces up the front finished with sexy bows at mid thigh; toned, brown muscles angling in to the smooth, pink perfection of my shaved pussy lips.

“You’re kidding, right?” Belinda raised her eyebrows at me. She loves my long legs; crouching between them to lick me senseless, wrapped around her tiny body while she fucks me with Rawhide (the dorm’s strappy strap-on), but most of all she likes to stand on a box and fuck me doggy style in front of a mirror where she can watch my full breasts swinging as she pounds me, running her fingers over my hips and down the sides of my thighs and – when I’m ready – reaching around and fingering my clitoris to make me come.

“Standing, right?”

“Right.”

“Doggy.” Statement, not a question.

“Smart girl.”

“Mirror?”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” she smiled at me, plucking Ike from her pussy before fitting the new toy. She first slid the anal dildo through her slit to lubricate it and then, with much less fuss and fanfare than I expected, she slipped it into her ass; one, two, three balls deep and then – her eyes bulging with the sensation – she pushed one more up there that was probably close to an inch in diameter.

Lying beneath me, Rajit had his head tipped backwards to watch this operation, getting a perfect view up Belinda’s school dress from his position on the floor. He was speechless; hell, I was very near speechless: Belinda is beautiful; petite and blonde with elfin features, tiny girl-like hips, lovely C-cup breasts swelling behind her cute little green and white striped school dress … which she now held up to show us her thick, bulging, nine inch cock; fully erect and curving up from her shaved pubis almost to her breasts.

It was perfectly colour matched to her pussy lips and as she stroked its long, hard surface in her fist, she looked for all the world like the love-child of Tinkerbell and a Satyr about to sink her unyielding shaft into some ripe, young, virgin. Well, two out three ain’t bad.

I could also see some controls on the underside of the bridge between the first and second dildo; a red button and – mysteriously, in my opinion – a dial. I opened my mouth to ask her about them but then thought better of it. If it was a simple vibrator then I didn’t want to know; it’s a lovely feature, but I wanted cock, not a vibrator, and I didn’t want to appear ungrateful by asking her not to use it. The alternative was that it was something different; I considered her mystery man’s last two inventions – a pressure-sensitive electric-shock orgasm machine and a matched set of radio-linked vibrators – and the likelihood that this man had built a mere vibrator into a strapless strap-on seemed a lot less plausible. The big question was would it be better to know now or leave it for a surprise?

I like surprises.

“Can I suck Rajit while you fuck me?” I whispered in her ear, embarrassed by my own dirty talk even though I did it loud enough for him to hear.

“Of course you can, Roops,” she assured me.

I looked down at Rajit again; he seemed very excited by this prospect. “And can he watch you make me come?” This time I whispered it softly; I don’t know why but I feel like I should be ashamed of getting off on a cute guy watching me come.

In lieu of an answer, Belinda pulled the low bench away from the wall and positioned it end-on to the floor-length mirror.

“You,” she pointed at Rajit, then at the bench. “On your back!”

In a blink Rajit was lying on his back on the bench with his feet near the mirror.

“Sorry, Roops,” Belinda said, looking at me. “I guess he doesn’t want his cock sucked.”

Rajit nearly circumcised himself getting his zipper down and his cock out. It looked wonderful; six inches, not too thick with a slight upward curve. Belinda had been trying to teach me to swallow a cock; we had mixed success because most of the dildos in the dorm toy-box are too thick or too rigid. I watch with awe when she slides twelve inches of Silver the double-ended dildo down her throat so I vowed that if I could get Rajit to the back of my throat without gagging, then I would give this one a go.

I didn’t need any directions from Belinda; I straddled the bench over Rajit’s head and faced the mirror with my fuck-me boots and too-cool-for-school tube dress pulled up to my hips. I bent forward at the waist and unbuckled Rajit’s pants; if I could swallow him then I wanted to go all the way down, not just to his zipper. While I was doing this, he reached up to thumb my pussy, getting my juices going again and ready for Belinda, who had lubed her long, thick cock and was stroking it through her closed fist as she climbed onto the bench behind Rajit’s head, bringing her hips up to the level of mine.

There was certainly no need to stroke or suck Rajit to attention; that ship had sailed long ago. Taking hold of him at the base, I lifted his cock to my mouth, relishing the throbbing weight of it in my fingers. This was only my second blow job with a real cock and I felt nervous as I replayed all of Belinda’s instructions in my mind: no teeth, bob / suck / tongue – mix it up, no teeth, no jerking off with your hand (it’s cheating porno bullshit, Belinda says), balls are in play – but be gentle, no gagging … and what was the last one? Oh yes; no teeth!

Take it slow, Rupali, I told myself. Relax. No need to gobble him all the way down in one bite.

One step at a time: a yummy bead of pre-cum on the tip; that would be for me, thank you very much. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue and stayed close so that he could feel my hot breath on his cock as I savoured the delicious saltiness and then swallowed with a satisfied sigh. Snaking out my tongue again, I teased him with a few slow circuits of his knob and tickled the vee-shaped seam on the underside, making him gasp and arch his hips upwards, desperate for me to take him into hot embrace of my mouth.

I felt Belinda push the lubed tip of her cock – for that is how I had come to think of it – into my slit, just the head nestled in my wet opening while she gripped the curve of my hips, readying and steadying to enter me. Looking up at the mirror in front of me, I caught her eye and she tipped me a wink before sliding a good six inches of her thick, rigid shaft into my pussy. I heard Rajit gasp as he watched; Belinda’s cock was maybe a quarter-inch thicker than Rajit’s, and in a single stroke she had just ploughed enough into me that would have sent him balls-deep.

Oh Sweetie, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! She probably could have given me another one or two inches without hurting me, but if that monster was the same size as her mystery man, then I knew she would end up pounding the whole thing into me and have me begging for more. And this – I reflected – is my problem; although Rajit seemed like a lovely guy, I didn’t see a potential relationship there because he wouldn’t be able to satisfy me sexually … except for his tongue … hmmm, I needed to this one through some more.

Belinda set up a rhythm of lovely, long, slow stokes into my pussy; still only giving me six inches, maybe to tease me with the promise of more and maybe to tease Rajit and make him think that was all I could take. With her thick cock pleasuring my pussy, I relaxed to the task in front of me and took Rajit into my mouth; just sliding his shaft though my lips to lubricate him and get a feel for his length and shape.

Belinda had a lot of fucking ahead of her to make me come, so I took it slow with Rajit as well; progressing from a dozen strokes with just my lips to some feather-light tonguing around the head and down the shaft, then I moved on to tracing the length of the cum-vein down the underside of his rod. I had a moment of panic when he twined his fingers through my long hair, afraid that he would force me down onto his cock; but he just followed my movements, gently stroking my hair and scalp with his fingertips.

Gaining more confidence, I gave him a gentle suck; holding and then increasing the pressure as I drew him out, then allowing the built up suction to pull him back inside. I felt his cock heave as his fingers tightened on my scalp and I was worried that I had gone too hard too soon, but he just groaned and stroked the nape of my neck with his thumbs, encouraging me to continue. Which I did. With great pleasure.

With my tongue and hard palate wrapped tightly around his manhood, I was able to get a better feel for his length; a bit over half way brought him to my soft palate and I could go almost an inch further before I felt his knob in uncomfortably close-quarters near the entrance to my throat. I tried to concentrate on Belinda’s training; she said to embrace the contact on your soft palate, that trying to open up wider and avoid contact was what made you gag. “Do you gag when you swallow food?” she would ask rhetorically; the lesson being that it was all in your head (pun not intended).

If your throat thought that what you were putting in there was going all the way down then it didn’t have a problem. The trick – she explained – was to move the head to the back of your mouth, quickly swallow it down, and then keep swallowing to override the gag reflex while you brought it back out again.

It seemed so simple in theory.

I wasn’t ready to swallow him yet, but I experimented by taking him a bit deeper; moving his knob to the entrance of my throat and then swallowing to cut him off as I drew him out. After half a dozen practice runs, I had him moaning and confidently probing the tight opening, his knob throbbing thickly as he flexed it; and with almost five inches of hard cock between my jaws, I was delighted to realise that I was little more than an inch away from my first balls-deep blow job. Belinda will be so proud of me.

And speaking of Belinda, I could feel her getting a better grip on my hips and understood that I was about earn some more of her thick shaft. Pulling back on Rajit’s cock to suck and swirl my tongue around the head, I braced myself for the onslaught.

“Ready babe?”

“Mmmm hmmm!” I agreed around my mouthful.

She drove into me as far as she could go and finally, tantalizingly touched down on my cervix. Oh, the feeling of all that cock in my love canal was exquisite, but still Belinda had more to give because I couldn’t yet feel her hips touching my bottom. Moaning on his cock, I heard a whisper of awe from Rajit as Belinda ground against my cervix, pushing and releasing, stretching me and delivering a breathtaking feeling of fullness until I finally felt her pubis press against my bottom.

Deep penetration could be uncomfortable with the 18” double-ended dildo in the dorm toybox; although flexible, its tip is quite hard and un-cocklike and you need to push gently. The tip of Belinda’s new weapon was soft and comfortable like a real knob and tickled deliciously at my innermost regions. Now fully stretched, I felt her pull half way out and although I braced for impact, there is no way I could have prepared for what happened next.

She drove firmly back into me without pulling the stroke and – as her hips slapped against my ass and she touched down on my cervix wall – I felt her cock flex and heave, bulging inside me and distending my labia as she pulled it thickly back out. I squealed on Rajit’s cock, initially stunned and disbelieving, thinking it must have been my imagination, but at the same time the waning shockwave of pleasure in my core told me that something very real had happened.

Belinda didn’t wait for me to recover; after she slapped into me she pulled out and drove straight back in again, slapping my ass and setting off the same flex and bulge and shockwave as before; identical right down to the muffled squeal. With a mouthful of hard cock and my head spinning with the glorious pounding Belinda was delivering to my pussy, I finally realised what was happening; it was her mystery-man’s mad invention, he had created a dildo that flexed just like a real cock when you drove it hard into your pussy; the trigger was probably in the soft tip.

“Forgot to warn me about that, did you Blinny?” I asked breathlessly, popping up from Rajit’s cock.

“Oh, you can feel it can you?” she said with disingenuous glee in her voice; I think she was enjoying this invention nearly as much as me. “It’s only on three; he said that should be about ‘normal’.”

She was still pounding me and setting off little shockwaves of pleasure as her cock bulged thickly inside me. “Three!” I exclaimed, overawed that something this delicious had settings. “What does it go up to?”

“What does it go up to, Rajit?” Belinda asked; I was watching her fuck me in the mirror and she had a wicked grin on her face.

“Ummm,” he began, and Belinda paused for him to study the control panel beneath the dildo. “Oh my,” he gulped. “Rupali, have you seen This Is Spinal Tap?”

I felt a hot, erotic shiver course through me.

“ELEVEN!” I cried. What was her mystery man thinking? “The fucking sadist! Jesus, he’ll pop me like a balloon!”

“Hey,” laughed Belinda, resuming her fucking while she raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror. “If you can’t take any more then we’ll just leave it on three,” one … two … three count, “Princess!”

Challenge accepted. “Rajit, my love,” I said. “Would you be a dear and turn Belinda’s cock up to six, please?”

“I would enjoy that very much,” he said.

“Don’t press the red button,” instructed Belinda. What the fuck was the red button? A thermonuclear warhead? Oh, little did I know.

He released my head and I felt him fumbling with the controls for a moment; I kissed and licked his dick as a reward, but waited pensively to see what kind of carnage I had invited upon my pussy before I took him back in my mouth. I needn’t have worried too much; Belinda picked up her rhythm again and – although the throbs of her cock were definitely stronger – they were nothing like twice as big as before … thank goodness.

The most noticeable difference was that the surges in her girth lasted longer; she was able to pull almost all the way back out to the tip before I felt her cock relax back down to its modestly thick natural cross section. Between the shockwave of the throb and the ecstatic pulling sensation as she dragged that bulging shaft through my clinging labia, I could feel a wonderful tingling that I knew would soon build to an orgasm; a rare thing for me without Belinda fingers or tongue on my clitoris.

I wanted Rajit to cum in my mouth while I climaxed, so I went back to work on his hard shaft with renewed vigour; sucking him in deeply and swallowing over his knob as it neared the back of my throat. His fingers tensed in my hair and his hips arched into me, telling me that right there – or deeper – was exactly where he wanted to be. I didn’t know how to make him cum, but I figured that he was a guy after all, can’t they cum whenever they damned well please? Hopefully all I really needed to do was pleasure him and let him know when I was ready; if he wanted synchronised orgasms then I would trust him to organise it himself.

Moaning softly but urgently to let him know that Belinda was bringing me along, I kept swallowing and sucking and bobbing on his cock. Belatedly remembering Belinda’s lessons, I cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them gently, the surge of his manhood in my mouth told me that this was a welcome development.

Had I thought my orgasm was a long way away? The pounding in my pussy was relentless; Belinda’s throbbing, bulging cock was stretching me and building up an undeniable hot pressure deep inside my pussy and with some panic I felt the inescapable engine of climax firing up and revving in my core. Now or never, Rupali; all that practice swallowing was about to be put to the test. With Belinda’s instructions ringing in my ears – don’t think about it; just move it back and down the hatch – I did exactly that: one last practice swallow over the head and then I slid him smoothly into my throat, swallowing again and again so that I never had the opportunity to gag.

Rajit cried out in pleasure and tried valiantly not to buck against my face; I quickly drew him out again, every nerve ending tingling with my mounting orgasm and the excitement of my first deep throat success. Taking him out of my mouth for a moment, I cried out “Eleven!” and sucked him back inside, gasping and vocalising my imminent climax as I drove him straight down my throat again, holding him there and swallowing as I moaned and squeezed his balls.

Belinda didn’t slow down and I could feel Rajit desperately fumbling with the dildo’s controls around my pussy while he pumped his hips up into my face. I heard a couple of ratcheting clicks and the next time Belinda’s hips slapped my ass her cock detonated in my pussy; expanding not just at the end but all the way down it length, stretching my poor pussy lips mercilessly as it bucked against my cervix like a shotgun recoil.

As she withdrew, her cock was so thick she had to brace against my hips to pull it against the clinging friction of my pussy. She could only get it half way before she gave up and pushed back inside, setting off another detonation that had me screaming at the peak of my climax with Rajit’s cock down my throat and his pubis pressed into my chin.

I felt his balls throb massively in my hand and then he was coming too and crying out with the ecstasy of release. I felt my upper lip buzz with the vibration of his cum pumping through that wonderful bulging vein and then he was emptying jet after jet of hot seed down my throat. Wanting to taste him and feel him coming in my mouth, I swallowed again and pulled him out to half way, sucking and squeezing and milking the last few pumps from his dick as my own climax finally crested and began to cycle down.

“Rajit?” Belinda directed forcefully. “Red button.”

Uh oh. He knew better than to disobey that voice and so did I. Belinda stopped pumping and held her massive shaft deep inside me, and with Rajit’s cock still held half in my mouth delivering weak, reflexive, throbs, I felt some inexorable doomsday mechanism charge up in Belinda’s mad inventor’s cock from hell.

It started with a low frequency vibration in the base of the device near my clitoris, or around where a guys balls would be fucking me doggy like this, and it picked up in intensity until my clit was singing in harmony. Then it extended down just the underside of the shaft, the vibration entering me down its length like a second cock, slowly at first and then racing to the end deep in my womanhood. From there the vibration exploded out from just the underside to the entire knob and I finally understood what was happening; this gigantic, beautiful, cock was coming inside me!

My own orgasm cycled back up with the excitement of having this cock erupt in my depths and I was crying out again with renewed ecstasy when the vibrations in the knob morphed into wonderful, searing heat which then flooded back down the length of the shaft to warm my already incandescent labia. In my mind’s eye I had no trouble at all imagining that heat to be thick gouts of cum pouring into me and – with nowhere to go – flooding back though my canal, spilling out my entrance and coating the balls of my assailant; who in this instance was ironically a 4’11” and three-quarter schoolgirl with no balls at all.

Disengaging from Rajit’s cock, I cried as wave upon wave pleasure rocked me, leaving me dizzy and weak at the knees and using Belinda’s shaft to help hold me upright on my beautiful spike heels. Finally spent, Belinda withdrew and I collapsed down to the bench, my bare bottom sitting behind Rajit’s head allowing him to get up, looking amazedly for a mess on his slacks before realising that I hadn’t spilled a single drop.

Belinda climbed around me and straddled my lap; the dildos in her pussy and ass suspended in the gap between my thighs while the main weapon pressed uncomfortably between our bellies as we hugged and I whispered my thanks in her ear.

“Nice present?”

“Nice present,” I agreed.

“Well,” she said. “You named the last three toys,” referring to Ike and Mike the plugs and Spike the other staples strap-on. “What are you going to call this one?”

What can you call something that big and commanding? Goliath?

“Well,” I replied, “apart from your mystery man, there’s only one thing I know that can match it for size and scare factor and I saw you-know-who adjusting it in his pants at the back of assembly today.” A look of confusion crossed Belinda’s face. “So I’m calling it The Gallows Pole.”

She gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes lighting up with fear and surprise. “What?” she blurted. “How did you …?”

It took a moment to register because her response didn’t seem to make sense, and then …

“Oh my God!” I breathed. “You’re fucking the headmaster!”

Belinda didn’t say anything; she just sat on my lap staring wildly into my eyes with her hand still over her mouth. And then a new realisation hit me: if Mr Gallows – the headmaster – was her mystery man, then … that night in the dorm …

“Oh my God! The headmaster fucked me too!”

My heart was racing. I looked down at the cock between us, the headmaster’s cock, still hot and stiff and glistening with my juices. As beautiful as it was, it wasn’t enough.

“I want him to do it again.”

~~~ THE END ~~~