With all the pieces now in place, it was just down to execution. If this went right, I could fulfill the sexual fantasies of two people in a single stroke. Maybe three, I wasn’t sure yet. But if it went wrong, I could ruin lives. The stakes were high, but the risks were low; I was confident of my players in this production, they just needed to play their part. (Spoiler: they did.)

Saturday night was the night. It was usually pretty quiet on Saturday; all of the day-boarders go home for the weekend and only the full-semester girls remain. Legendary things don’t usually happen on Saturday because it’s no fun without everyone to share the experience.

After dinner, I was in my room listening to music – I didn’t know where Rupali was – probably at the gym. I sent a text to Trish (she was probably just down the hall, but mobile phones are a curse of our generation, right?)

“Playing ‘What’s up Doc’. My place, 11:30pm. Bring your roomie. Rupali’s in.”

Then one to Rupali:

“New game. Our room, 11:30pm. Trish is in.”

And another to Mr Gallows:

“Fantasy night. Teachers’ lounge 11:45pm. Wait for me. Wear a hoodie.”

And I waited. That was the hard part.

Rupali came in at 8:30pm wearing just a crop top and bike shorts. The tight lycra clung to every curve and she was glowing with perspiration. Been for a run, obviously.

“Hey babe,” she greeted me. She was still catching her breath as she sat on the floor stretching down. Long, beautiful, legs spread wide and flat on the floor she reached for one foot, her full breasts parting against one knee and hair spilling over the top of her head, hiding her face. I stared openly, not tingling any more, just wanting.

“What’s the game?” she asked, not looking up.

“Huh?” She startled me out of my study of her gorgeous body.

“Your text. What’s the game?”

“Oh. ‘What’s up Doc’. We haven’t played since last year, but you’re not the only newbie, Trish is bringing Mandy.” I explained the rules: ‘What’s Up Doc’ is a guessing game. One girl picks an item from the dorm and slides it into the pussies of the other girls – who are blindfolded of course – until one guesses right or all pass. The girl who guesses correctly gets to go next. It works best with small groups – it’s faster moving and easier to keep a lid on the peeking.

“Sounds fun. Trish is coming?” Seems like she was hoping for a repeat of Thursday night. I was hoping for something better.

“Yep; and Mandy. Just the four of us. We’ll play in here.”

“Cool.” She was in. She stripped off her crop top and shorts, ready for the shower. I was trying to play it cool but I couldn’t help watching. Her large brown nipples were fully erect from her exertions and she rubbed them with her fingertips to get them to sit down again. I imagined putting one in my mouth when her long eyelashes flicked in my direction. I was sprung.

She was standing naked in front of me – watching me watch her – but I couldn’t look away. With a swish of long black hair, she pivoted on one foot and turned away. Facing the door now – very slowly and keeping her legs straight – she reached down to the floor to pick up her sweaty clothes, holding the pose for a few wonderful seconds. I let my gaze run all the way up those long, long, legs; lingering at the top to study her shaved brown pussy lips, bracketed between perfect buttocks and thighs.

“Jump shot!” she sang, suddenly leaping up, full breasts bouncing, and tossed her clothes towards the hamper. She looked at me, winked, then grabbed her robe from the door and left. You know, I was beginning to think that show was for me.

When she returned ten minutes later, we both pretended that nothing had happened and went through our bedtime routine, waiting for the dorm to quieted down. We were lying in bed, gossiping and giggling quietly in the dark, when we heard a quiet tap on the door. It was 11:30pm. Deep breath, Belinda; here goes.

I slipped out of bed and let Mandy and Trish in before turning on the lights. Both girls were wearing short satin nighties (de rigueur for ‘What’s Up Doc’) and great big smiles. Mandy is about five and half feet tall, skinny, with small breasts and bony hips. She’s cute in a geek-chic kind of way: a slight overbite, black framed glasses, white teeth and clear skin.

As I tossed some pillows on the floor, Rupali swung her legs out of bed – three pairs of eyes watched every movement as she folded them gracefully beneath her bottom, sat down, and smoothed her maroon nightie (what little there was of it, anyway) over the tops of her thighs.

Trish flashed me a conspiratory glance and suggested Mandy go first since she has not played before. This was also true for Rupali, but she didn’t say anything. I knew what Trish was doing, so I agreed.

“OK,” I instructed Mandy. “Go out and grab something from the dorm and bring it back; we’ll be blindfolded. Only rule is it has to fit in our pussies. Remember, I’m small and I haven’t had a turn yet, so keep it sensible.”

Mandy slipped out silently with a big goofy grin on her face and Rupali handed silk scarves to me and Trish. She kept a giraffe-print one for herself that I hadn’t seen before; it should have looked kitsch but instead it contrasted exotically with her glossy black hair and coffee-and-cream skin. We slipped off our panties and waited for Mandy to return.

There was a quiet knock at the door and Trish grinned at me again as we lifted our blindfolds and raised our bottoms in the air, ready to play. We heard Mandy sneak in behind us. “Ready?” she asked.

“Banana!” Trish and I sung in unison.

“You bitches, you peeked,” Mandy sounded betrayed.

“No, we didn’t,” Trish laughed. We all pulled down our blindfolds and sat up. “New girls always pick a banana; it’s like a tradition.”

Rupali got the joke and started laughing too. Mandy looked at us again, realised she had been had, and joined in.

“Me next,” said Trish, slipping out the door.

I handed a spare scarf to Mandy. She stepped out of her panties and we all turned around: head down and bottom up, ready for Trish. She returned quickly – that meant she had been planning ahead. Bad news.

“Ready B’lin?” It seemed I was to be her target for this prank.

“Sure, you only live once.”

I heard a squirting sound from the bottle of lube. “If that thing’s thicker than a banana,” I threatened, “I’m coming back in here with a leg from the coffee table.” Nervous giggles all round.

“Don’t get your twat in a tangle,” she admonished, then “Here it comes!”

Holy crap! It felt like I was being doggy-fucked by Frosty the Snowman; it was freezing. My tiny pussy clenched in shock. “Loosen up, Blinny,” Trish said, “or I’ll have to leave it in there all night.”

The initial shock had worn off and I realised it really wasn’t as cold as I initially thought. Whatever it was had come from the fridge, not the freezer. Blood was flowing back into my veins now, so I relaxed and set to work trying to guess what was in my snatch. I only had an inch or so, so I asked: “A little more, please.” Trish slipped another inch inside me. The fresh coldness contrasted with the now warmer part and gave me a pleasant shiver. I thought it felt bumpy. “Twist it please.”

“My pleasure,” said Trish. “Hang on, no, it’s yours, you horny slut.” More giggles. She twisted the shaft inside me. Definitely bumps, round profile and cold.

“Gherkin,” I guessed.

“Loser!” she trilled merrily, whipping it out of my hole. “Next.”

I left my blindfold on as Trish moved behind Rupali. I could hear her breathing beside me, maybe a little nervous. Blind, I groped about for her hand, found it and gave it a squeeze, which she returned. Still holding her hand, I shuffled a bit closer and we settled our interlocked elbows back on the floor. Our heads nearly touching, the scent of her shampoo filled my nostrils, coconutty and tropical, making me dizzy.

Her hand jerked in mine. “Oh!,” she uttered in surprise, then “Mmmm” as it turned to pleasure. Sounds like Trish had started.

“More please,” she said in a husky whisper, right next to my ear. At that moment, totally unbidden, an image so complete and so perfect in detail popped into my head … it was almost real. I was in this same position, crouched over on knees and elbows with my bottom in the air and holding Rupali’s hand, but in my image she was beneath me instead of beside me. Her slim arms were raised behind her head, long black hair fanning out beneath them. Our bodies touching, breasts pressed together, her legs locked around my waist. We weren’t eye-to-eye, but cheek-to-cheek, her lips close to my ear as in reality. I rearranged my pillow long-ways so that I was straddling it, pressing it into my stomach, my breasts and my pussy, thus completing the illusion.

“Deeper,” she commanded in real life. The imaginary me was now wearing a strap-on dildo, the tip poised just inside her pussy. The real me moved her hips in time with the imaginary me – although the distinction was now starting to blur – and half of the long dildo slid into her soft, warm centre.

“Now all of it,” she breathed. I felt the muscles in my thighs start to contract and warmth spread out from my stomach – the first harbingers of an imminent climax.

Suddenly I was snapped back into reality as Trish laughed “But you don’t know how much there is.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Rupali quipped back, with a smile in her voice. A few moments later: “Is that all of it?”

“Give you a tip, Sweetie,” Trish giggled, “don’t ever say that to a boy. And yes, it’s all in. Any more and you’d be giving me a manicure.”

“Now all the way out and back in half way, please.” What was going on? Out-sourced masturbation? Then I got it: Rupali was feeling the texture and measuring its length by touch. Clever. “Lift the end straight up please …. Now down …Thank you.” Genius! She was checking the flex. Oh, she’s good.

“I can’t be sure, but I think it is Purple Pat,” Rupali guessed. Purple Pat the Pimply Peter was a purple, latex dildo with raised nodules.

“Not bad, for a beginner,” Trish said with typical Australian understatement. We all took off our blindfolds and turned around to see Trish smiling and waggling Pat back and forth.

“You sneaky bitch,” I laughed. “You had that in the fridge!”

“Anything goes, remember,” she said. “Your turn’s coming.”

So it was. But now it was Rupali’s turn. I had to step my game up if I wanted a chance to execute my plan.

Rupali stepped out and we got into position. She was back in within seconds – not enough time to get to the toybox or the kitchen. What could she have? It must be something from this room. - that narrowed it down.

“Now Belinda hasn’t won yet, so I’m doing her first,” she said. I felt a warm flutter when I heard those last four words.

Rupali was behind me now, probably looking straight up my pussy and seeing me wide open and soaking wet from my little daydream earlier. What is she thinking? Then I felt a gentle touch near my anus, sliding down through my labia, brushing and then gently pinching my clitoris. Oh my God! That’s her fingers! My mind was spinning and my heart was racing; I was as-good-as getting finger-fucked by my roommate.

Still attending to my clitoris with her fingers, she pressed something hard and cool against my entrance. Thank God, I wasn’t going to have to guess ‘fingers’ in front of the others. It was too hard for latex and not cold enough to be metal. Wood? Plastic? She pushed the tip in a bit deeper. “Hold it there a sec,” I croaked, trying to control my breathing as I adjusted to the thickness. She wasn’t helping me either; increasing the pressure and rhythm on my clitoris with her fingers. “OK, more,” I requested.

Whatever it was, more of it slid into my steaming hole. Apart from hard and cool, it was also perfectly smooth and a bit thinner than all of our dildos. And curved! As she pushed deeper it pressed uncomfortably against the side walls of my vagina. “Umbrella!” I blurted, suddenly sorry that I spoke up because it would bring the delicious clitoris-rubbing to an end.

“Careful,” said Trish ironically. “Don’t press the button.”

“Well done, Belinda,” congratulated Rupali. We all turned around, smiling and giggling. “I thought maybe you would take longer.” She sounded disappointed. I smiled at her a bit sheepishly, hopefully letting her know that I let my excitement get the best of me.

“Off you go, B’lin,” said Trish. “Me first when you get back; I’m hornier than a dog with two dicks."

The rest of us in unison: “Eeeeeewww! Trish!”

Uh oh. Speedbump. My master plan was for Rupali; I hadn’t reckoned on getting past Trish and Mandy first. I needed inspiration … quickly. I slipped out the door, heart pounding with anticipation and now with a low panic as well. What could I get that Trish and Mandy would never guess? Think, Belinda! My fantasy of fucking Rupali with a strap-on kept interrupting my thoughts, making it hard to concentrate. And then … perfect clarity; the extra piece of the puzzle that even I didn’t know about slotted in to place and the plan was perfect … no – beyond perfect – uber-perfect!

I silently padded through the common room to the toybox hidden in the sofa recess. I rummaged right to the bottom, tossing vibrators and dildos out onto the sofa. Found it: Rawhide, (you know, slip it in, strap it on, ride em out, Rawhide!), a thick but plain latex strap-on dildo. Concealed inside the rubber cup that secures the base is a much smaller dildo facing inwards. Working as quickly as I could, I slid the inner dildo into my now very lubricated, very hot pussy. I fumbled with the straps a few times, finally getting them cinched tight around my waist and legs.

I looked down, my new penis now standing proudly out underneath the hem of my nightie and gave my hips a wiggle, making it jog and bounce. I’ve never seen Rawhide used; never even heard of it. I could see why: I looked fucking ridiculous. Mandy didn’t know about Rawhide so no trouble there. Trish knew, but Rawhide’s dildo is the same size and shape as half a dozen others in the toybox, so providing I could conceal the fact it was a strap-on, she wouldn’t guess.

Time was running out; the girls will be expecting me back. Silently, I opened the main door and raced down the steps to the Staff Lounge, cock swinging and whacking me on the thighs. How do guys walk with these things? Out of habit, I almost knocked on the door. I poked my head inside – Mr Gallows was there. Phew!

“Come with me if you want to fuck,” I said in my best Terminator monotone.

His eyes boggled at the cock standing out under my nightie. “Quick point of clarification: who’s fucking whom?” he asked, staying calm and grammatically correct even under duress.

“You can un-pucker your asshole; it’s not for you,” I said. “It’s fantasy night. I worked out the kinks like you asked. Now quickly,” I hissed, “pants off; hoodie up; complete silence. Let’s go.”

“Am I going to lose my job over this?”

“Only if you fuck it up,” I glared at him. Then more softly, “I have it under control. Trust me; you will not regret this.” I pulled his head down to my level for a kiss.

He looked at me a moment longer: nipples hard under my sheer nightie, latex cock swinging back and forth between my thighs, then: “Fuck it.” He stepped out of his track pants and pulled the hoodie up.

“Atta boy. Follow me,” I said, disappearing out the door and tip-toeing back up the stairs to the senior girls’ dorm.

We stole silently through the dorm, pausing outside my bedroom door, I looked up at him and held a finger to my lips: shhhh! We went in. The girls were in position with blindfolds still on. Thank God.

“What the fuck, B’lin? Did you slip out to catch a movie?” Trish joked, a nervous laugh betraying her outward confidence.

“Sorry, I needed fuel. Now, does anyone know if you need to prime a two-stroke? Stand back while I try to start this thing up.” More nervous giggles. I glanced at Mr Gallows to see if he had worked out what was going on. He was standing catatonic, mouth open, staring at the three bottoms raised in the air, pussies peeking out beneath the short nighties. I waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention and directed him to stand behind me.

I knelt behind Trish and massaged some lube onto Rawhide’s latex shaft. Being very careful to avoid giving any clues that the dildo was attached to my groin, I placed the tip between Trish’s pale pussy lips. “Ready?”

“And waiting. Do it.”

Moving my hips forward a little, I gave her about half of Rawhide’s seven inches. He’s quite thick, which Trish likes. “Ooooh, big dildo. Thanks, Babe.”

“Ahhh, but which one, Miss Smarty Puss?” I teased.

“Give me the rest and I’ll tell you”

Very carefully now, so Trish would think I was holding a dildo in my hand, I planted one foot beside her for balance and leaned forwards, giving her all but the last inch.

“Oh you crafty bitch,” she admonished. “Six or seven inch latex dildo, cock shaped, thick, no other features. I can think of five that fit that description.”

“Would you like me to fuck you some more while you think about it?” I laughed.

“Just a little; I’m still horny.”

Thrusting my hips, I gave her a few slow pumps and then withdrew so that just the tip remained inside.

“Time for a guess, Trish. Mandy is getting wet listening to all your dirty talk.”

“Hmmm,” she grumbled. “Leroy?” Big, Bad Leroy Brown was one of the half-dozen nearly identical dildo’s she had just described.

“Nope! Next victim!” I sung. I took a look behind me at Mr Gallows. He had his cock in his hand – now hard and angry, veins pulsing – and a disbelieving look on his face. He raised his eyebrows at me as if to ask if it was his turn. I shook my head and moved behind Mandy, motioning him to follow so that if he made a noise it would sound like me.

Now for a bit of fun. I lubed Rawhide again and placed the tip inside Mandy. “Ready?” I asked. She made a nervous sound something like agreement, so reaching down with both hands I slipped her nightie up around her waist, grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my thick shaft, startling a gasp out of her.

Then she let out a muted shriek of realisation. “If you’re holding my hips then who’s holding the dildo?” she babbled.

“I didn’t say it was a dildo. Maybe it’s a mystery man. Might not even be my hands,” I teased. “Anything goes, remember.” I looked over at Rupali’s bottom, squirming with pleasure as I described her fantasy. Little did she know …

“Oh my God!” Trish blurted. “It’s Raw-----.” She stopped herself just in time. My heart skipped a beat; she nearly named Rawhide, ending the game and blowing my plan out of the water. I was getting too cocky (pun intended), letting them know I had a strap-on.

“Guess?” I asked Mandy.

“I’m thinking.

Get your mystery man to fuck me some more while I think.” Brassy! You go, girl!

Obliging, I started stroking back and forth, fucking her doggy-style, the inner dildo squirming inside my own pussy every time I changed direction. It was a wonderful, powerful feeling to be fucking like a man; it occurred to me that no matter whether a woman is on top or bottom – or who’s calling the shots – she’s still the one getting a fucking, not the one giving a fucking. I was beginning to see the attraction.

I looked back to check on Mr Gallows. He wasn’t even watching; his eyes were locked on Rupali crouched next to Mandy. Listening to Mandy and I fuck, she had snaked a hand between her thighs and was rubbing her clitoris; with each stroke her labia opened and closed, showing her wet folds to Mr Gallows. He looked down at me, questioning. I nodded silently, yes, that’s for you; be patient.

My own excitement mounting, I pushed forward harder, the cup of Rawhide’s base now bumping Mandy on the bottom, deliciously jolting the smaller dildo inside me. I wanted to reach under and rub her clitoris, but didn’t dare; I had already way overstepped the line. She stayed silent but I could feel her body tense with an approaching orgasm. Bringing out my inner-caveman, I grabbed her hips tight and thrust roughly all the way into her. She arched her back as she silently came, tendons standing out in her neck with the effort not to make a sound. Good girl. I slid out of her and released her hips.

“Time’s up, Mandy,” I said.

“Well, I’d guess it was a Strap-On, but I didn’t know we had one. So I’m going to go with the mystery-man … James Bond,” she sighed.

“Wrong again. Your turn, Rupali.” I stood up and sucked in my tummy so I could step out of Rawhide without unbuckling.

I looked at Mr Gallows; he was just about shaking with excitement from watching me fuck one girl while another massaged her shaved pussy in front of him. I felt his cock, it was hard as stone, pulsing with his raging heartbeat and dribbling pre-cum. I put him silently into my mouth, getting an exciting taste of his lubricating seed.

I guided him into position kneeling behind Rupali and held up one hand. Stay! I crept around in front and crouched down so that my mouth was right beside her ear. I looked up at Mr Gallows and held up two hands, miming a doggy-style grasp. Understanding, he placed his hands on Rupali’s thighs and ran them slowly up to her hips, pulling up her nightie, moulding her curves and feeling her firm, smooth flesh. With his hands now on her hips where they narrowed into her waist and that monster nine-inch cock poised just an inch away from her pussy, I leaned back towards Rupali’s ear and breathed, “Fantasy night, Babe. Shall I block your ears? Or do you think your tongue’s not up to it?”

She jumped like she’d been hit with a cattle prod, but stayed silent. She lifted the blindfold of one wide brown, flashing, eye and glared at me in terror. I held her chin so that she couldn’t look around and leaned in close again. “It’s OK,” I breathed. “I trust him. You trust me.” She stared at me a moment longer, then visibly relaxed, nodded and pulled the blindfold back down.

“I’ll have the James Bond treatment too, please Belinda,” she said in her rich, musical tones. “I’m looking forward to it.” I nodded at Mr Gallows. All clear. He guided his cock into Rupali’s steaming pussy and immediately set up a rhythm fucking her with the first half of his massive shaft. Rupali reached forward, feeling for me. She slid one hand between my thighs and grabbed my bottom, guiding my swollen labia to her mouth. She gave me few tentative licks, tasting my juices … has she done this before? Probably not.

I looked up at Mr Gallows; I wanted Rupali’s tongue in my twat, but I absolutely needed to see his weapon in hers. Holding Rupali’s head by the ears, I grudgingly pulled her away from my pussy. I guided her up off her elbows and then quickly, silently slid down backwards beneath her, thighs parted around her head. I slid her nightie up to her shoulders to expose her large breasts, the nipples erect and brushing against me. I arched my back and pulled my nightie up to expose my own breasts, our nipples now touching and rubbing against each other.

I looked up to check on Mr Gallows, six inches of his iron member now stroking commandingly into Rupali less than a foot away from my face. Rupali resumed her assault on my pussy, sucking my clitoris and pushing her tongue deep inside, trying to fulfil her promise to make me come out her ears. She started rocking back and forth onto Mr Gallows, rubbing her heaving breasts against mine and concentrating her tongue and lips on my burning clitoris while the tip of her nose probed my pussy lips.

I was too short to reach her pussy with my mouth so I reached up both hands, massaging her clitoris with one thumb and cupping and gently squeezing Mr Gallows balls in the other.

All this was done in relative silence, maintaining the charade for the other girls that I was kneeling behind Rupali, feeding Rawhide into her pussy.

“I think maybe there’s more, Belinda,” she asked. “I’d like all of it now, please.” Mr Gallows stopped thrusting, keeping six inches in Rupali’s twat. He leaned forward a little, slipping another inch in. “Is that all of it?” she asked.

Trish piped up, “What did I tell you about asking that? Guys don’t dig it, especially not mystery men like James Bond.” If only she knew.

Mr Gallows pushed another inch in, making Rupali gasp in surprise – just one left in reserve now. “Oh my goodness! There is more!” her voice rose half an octave as I felt a shiver run through her body. When I thought she was ready, I increased my grip on Mr Gallows balls and pulled in gently. Following my lead, he leaned forward and buried his entire cock deep inside her hole, pressing hard up against her buttocks. She vocalised a little shriek, then quickly masked it with “Ah yes, I thought that was all there was. Move it again please Belinda, as you did before.”

Mr Gallows slowly slid all nine inches out; Rupali’s pink folds tightly gripping his cock as he withdrew, then he plunged strongly back in again, balls-deep. He repeated, thrusting deeply, building up the tempo as I tried to stop his swinging sack from slapping against Rupali’s groin. – a sound I couldn’t easily explain to the others. She lowered her head back down to my pussy, probing me deeply and grinding her chin into my clitoris. I felt my orgasm building and – still holding Mr Gallows with one hand – I reached around with the other, roughly grabbing Rupali’s head and pushing her tongue deeper into my molten core.

Rupali redoubled her efforts, straining tongue flicking and probing deep inside my tight pussy. I tipped over the crest of the orgasm and floated weightlessly down the other side, fireworks of ecstasy exploding in my womanhood, my juices mixing with Rupali’s saliva. I wanted to scream but couldn’t, so I just held my breath and hugged Rupali – her breasts crushing mine – until I had control again.

Mr Gallows kept pounding his enormous length into her pussy (where did it all go?), pulling each stroke at the last moment and just touching his pubis to her bottom without making a sound. If it wasn’t happening right in front of my face, I would never have believed that such a monumental fucking could be administered in complete silence. I guided Rupali up off her elbows so that her swinging breasts would brush against mine, teasing her hard nipples. Then, still cupping Mr Gallows balls – although I was having trouble keeping up with his powerful thrusts – I moved my free hand back to work on Rupali’s clitoris, rubbing and gently pinching in time with Mr Gallows’ pumping cock.

I felt Rupali’s body stiffen as her climax – her second ever and first with a man - approached. She arched and pushed back, raising her bottom and dropping her head back between my thighs. We were close to the end now; Mr Gallows has few sexual weaknesses, but a coming woman impaled on his cock is one of them – if I come first during lovemaking then he will follow seconds later. Even in the silence he would feel Rupali’s building climax and would be powerless to suppress his own.

Tremors shaking her body, Rupali wrapped her arms around my raised knees and squeezed them tight around her ears, trying desperately not to scream. On cue, I felt Mr Gallows’ balls draw up ready to pump Rupali full of cum. He gave one more deep thrust, pumped his balls, and I felt his semen race past my fingers and through his cock on its long, long, journey to the depths of Rupali’s womanhood. He withdrew about half way and then buried himself again, timing each stroke now to the pump of his balls, delivering each powerful jet of cum to the extreme depths of Rupali’s vagina.

When their spasms abated, Mr Gallows left his cock inside Rupali and ran his hands over her waist and shoulder blades, then down to cup and squeeze her large breasts, silently thanking her for what they had shared as they basked briefly in the afterglow of sex. The other girls remained blessedly silent; Mandy presumably allowing Rupali to enjoy Rawhide as she had, and Trish trying to decide whether she wanted a fucking from her best friend or just guess Rawhide and end the game. Their patience would soon run out though. I scooted backwards as I guided Mr Gallows’ long cock all the way out and wrapped my lips around his softening length, pumping and sucking the last of his semen into my mouth to avoid a cleanup.

Releasing him, I quickly slid all the way out, stepped forward with my lips next to Rupali’s ear and breathed: “Rawhide” as I pulled her nightie back down over her bottom.

Out loud, I said: “How about a guess Rupali? What’s Up Doc?”

“Well,” she began slowly, “I don’t agree with Mandy’s mystery man idea because I don’t believe God ever blessed a man with a cock quite like that.” Giggles from the gallery. As she spoke, I backed Mr Gallows to the door. “So that means it was definitely a strap-on. I have looked through the toybox a number of times and we do have one down at the bottom. I’m sure I heard one of the girls name it as I inspected it. Is it …Rawhide?”

I picked up Rawhide with my foot, jingling the buckles to make some noise as I made a grab for it and waved Mr Gallows out. For a big man he could move like a cat. “Ta da!” I sang as the door softly snicked shut. The girls removed their blindfolds and I held rawhide up for inspection, still wet with Mandy’s juices. It might have been my imagination, but Trish looked a little disappointed. Maybe she wanted a turn? It would have to wait; Rupali was about to start leaking cum all over the carpet so I needed to get the others out.

“That’s one turn each,” I said. “And I need to get to sleep so I can dream about mystery men sneaking into my dorm to shag me blindfolded.”

“If he does, can you send him to our room when you’re done?” Trish joked. “You got me started with that thing, now I’m going to have to dig Leroy out of the toybox and finish the job.” I opened the door and the girls filed out to the sound of muted giggles.

~~~

When I turned around again, Rupali was blotting cum from her labia with a tissue. She turned her eyes up to me, looking through long black lashes. “If I ask, you won’t tell me, will you?”

“Nope,” I smiled.

“Good.”

I tidied the pillows, picked up Rawhide again and was walking to the door to wash him and put him away.

“Wait,” Rupali whispered. “You’re not done.”

“Yeah, I am,” I reassured her. I stepped in close and put a hand on her arm. “You did me.” I blushed, feeling embarrassed, grateful and emotional all at the same time.

“That’s not what I meant” she said softly. “What happened … what he did … it was exactly as I described it. It was my fantasy. Why would he do that?”

“It was his fantasy too,” I said truthfully. “And mine, just to watch. To …. ,” I groped for the right words – a lump rising in my throat, “… to see him use … you know … all of it.” Tears were welling in my eyes now.

She pulled me closer and held me, towering over me, my ear pressed against her soft breasts. “He can’t do that with you, can he? He’s too big?” I shook my head in her tight embrace, my tears wetting the front of her nightie.

She held me quietly for a few moments. “That’s your fantasy, isn’t it?” she said, more of a statement than a question, as if she could see into my mind. “You want him balls-deep inside you.”

I was crying openly now, no use pretending. Sobbing and hugging her tight, as she hugged me. “Yeeeeees,” I cried. “I want to be completely joined; to crush our bodies together; to have nothing between us.”

“Shhhhh, babe,” she soothed. “I know, I know.” She held me close and stroked my back until the crying subsided. Then changing tack: “You fucked Mandy, didn’t you?” I nodded. “I thought so.” She fell silent for a bit longer. “How did it feel?” she asked curiously. “You know, to have a cock and to just … fuck someone with it?”

“It felt amazing,” I recalled. “Powerful, liberating.”

“I want to,” she whispered.

“Me too,” I whispered back.

She bent her knees and lowered her tall body all the way down until we were face to face. She kissed me; open mouth and soft lips pulling at mine. I opened my mouth to her and kissed back. Her tongue touched my lips, testing to see if I wanted more. I did; our tongues met and danced in the arena of our open lips.

Rupali lifted my nightie over my head, breaking our kiss, her long soft fingers caressing my curves, lingering over my breasts, touching my nipples with her thumbs and setting off electric sparks of excitement. I slipped the thin straps of her nightie off her shoulders and it fell to the floor pooled around her ankles.

I passed Rawhide to her and climbed into bed, watching as she turned it around and unbuckled it, working out how to put it on. She discovered the inside dildo and – realising what it was – looked up at me, dark eyes flashing in surprise and pleasure. I was entranced; she stood there in front of me, over six feet tall, beautiful and utterly naked; glossy black hair cascading over one shoulder and framing a full, perfect breast as she ran her fingers over the short inner-dildo. I shivered with desire. She stood with legs apart and moved the tip to her pussy, sliding it all the way in easily. She held the leather cup to keep it inside as she arranged the straps and tightened the buckles.

Ready now, she looked up at me. She struck a Marilyn Monroe pose: turning side on, one hand on a hip the other patting her hair, head turned back over her shoulder looking at me through long eyelashes. Long limbs, brown skin, ripe breasts standing out in profile … and a thick seven inch cock pointing out and up from her crotch. She was perfection. “How do I look?” she asked.

“Extraordinary,” I croaked. I slid back and ran a hand down the bed sheet beside me.

Rupali came to me and slid into bed, slipping one long arm beneath my neck and the other behind my back; pressing our bodies together, her full breasts pushing against mine. We kissed again, more hungrily this time. I put my own arms around her, feeling her long, soft curves, kneading her bottom and pulling her closer, feeling the thick, latex cock pressing against my mound and my tummy.

I rolled away, holding Rupali’s hips, encouraging her to follow. She rose onto her elbows above me; I opened my legs and she moved between them, resting lightly on top of me, poised on knees and elbows. I reached down to feel for Rawhide, preparing to guide it to my wet centre. Wrapping my hand around the thick shaft, I could not quite touch my thumb to my middle finger tip – a good indication that it would be a very tight fit inside my tiny vagina. Would Rupali take it slow? Her need was as great as mine and she was no expert at handling a monster cock … or a miniscule pussy for that matter.

I broke off our kiss and looked into her eyes. “It won’t fit,” I whispered, frightened now.

She kissed me again, “It will, we just need to take it slow.”

Relieved that she understood, I breathed, “Take me!”

She reached down with one hand and guided Rawhide into me. I was still lubricated and a little stretched from wearing Rawhide earlier and felt no discomfort as she pushed the first few inches inside, stopping when she reached resistance at the untouched depths where the inner-dildo and her own tongue could not reach. She pushed gently forward, stretching my pussy and causing some pain. She saw the look on my face and stopped. “I don’t know how to do this,” she apologised, “I have to push a little bit, or it won’t go in at all.”

“Just fuck me with that much; slowly though! And give me more every now and then,” I instructed.

She withdrew but – Rawhide not being her own cock – she couldn’t tell when to stop. It popped out of my pussy and slapped wetly against her belly. We were watching each other’s eyes; I held focus for a moment and then saw a smile curling the corners of her mouth. We both burst into gales of laughter at the same time. I reached down and repositioned the thick shaft at my entrance. With mock seriousness I looked at Rupali and said “Now be careful, young lady. You could take an eye out with that thing.” We both giggled some more, breasts bouncing pleasurably against each other.

Getting her length, Rupali set back to work, learning how to wield this wonderful weapon. She established a slow rhythm, withdrawing almost to the tip – careful to avoid a repeat of earlier – and then driving back in powerfully, but only to the point of resistance and no further. With each stroke I loosened a little, allowing her further access. Her superior height brought her breasts all the way to my chin. I took the opportunity to taste them – like low hanging fruit – licking and sucking one to a hard point and then repeating with the other.

Rawhide is thicker at the base that at the tip; so by the time she touched down in the innermost depths of my vagina, my pussy was stretched so wide that the thick shaft was in constant contact with my buzzing clitoris. I was going to come too early. I lifted my ankles up over her shoulders to change the angle of entry and to give her cock – for that is how I had come to think of it - the deepest possible access to my vagina. I looked up into her eyes, frantic and pleading. “Finish me,” I whispered.

And she did. In a single fluid movement, she withdrew all the way back to the tip again and rammed her thick cock home, sending out a shockwave of pleasure as her pubis slammed into me. Again and again, she pounded me, each stroke setting off a larger explosion as her body crashed into mine, the waves of ecstasy overlapping and building to a shattering orgasm.

I called up a mental image of her cumming from this beautiful cock, emptying her load into me, filling me so completely that cum sprayed out around her pounding cock, soaking my thighs. I erupted, pushing down and with my heels on Rupali’s shoulders, I lifted my bottom, straining against our connection, pushing Rawhide down against me but up against Rupali, grinding the inner shaft into her clitoris. Still pumping into me, she pushed back and I felt her body stiffen and convulse with her own climax. I dropped my legs back down and held her tight, deep inside me and our bodies pressed together as the last spasms contracted in our muscles.

We rolled onto our sides and held each other that way, neither wanting to be the first to break contact, until I heard her breathing deepen into sleep. I gently slid her cock out of my pussy and backed out of bed. Kneeling beside her sleeping body, I pulled back the covers, unbuckled the straps, and pulled the inner dildo gently out of her pussy without waking her. I left the room to wash Rawhide and return it to the toybox and when I came back Rupali was still in my bed; I slid in beside her and folded into her naked embrace like a Russian doll. One hand slid up to cup my breast and I heard her whisper in my ear, “Thank you. I love you.”

School just got a lot more interesting.