I thought of how Alora had been riding that man in the hotel room and jealousy brewed.
I wasn’t going to cum, not like this. I was just going to have to endure it until he was finished.
It didn’t take long. His thrusts took on an even more uneven rhythm. He spasmed, spurting his heat inside me. He pulled out and slumped to the side.
Alarmed, I straightened up. He lay in a crumpled heap on the sidewalk, his limp cock hanging out of his pants. The wetness from my pussy made him glisten.
“Sir?”
No reply. No movement.
“Guy?” I tried, thinking sir was a bit too polite for the island.
A rough sound came from him, stalled, then repeated. He was snoring.
I shook my head and pulled up my pants. What sort of rotten luck was this? These guys sucked. Irritation prickled its way up my spine. Going to lessons at the school should be mandatory if this island is going to consider itself a haven of pleasure.
I stomped off, scowling to myself. Whatever. I’d wait until I got back to the school and then I’d grab the first person I came across and let them do me. The wait would make it all the sweeter, I consoled myself.
A white vehicle rounded the road in front of me. The word TAXI was spray-painted in black on the side. The car stopped a short distance ahead of me. As I approached, the driver rolled the window down and smiled at me. He wore sunglasses. He pulled them off, revealing rather large and round light brown eyes.
“I couldn’t help noticing you walking away from that guy back there,” the driver said, his voice accented. He smiled, his nose crinkling.
I found myself smiling back at him. He was cute, with a friendly air about him. His lightly tanned skin gave away little of his ethnicity.
“I thought I’d see if you needed a ride anywhere.”
“That depends,” I replied. “Do you know Zion’s school?”
“Sure do. Hop in.”
I opened the passenger side door and sat next to him. He looked surprised, then smiled. He started driving and it occurred to me how much I had missed being in a car. It was so much faster, so easier than walking.
“I’m Phoenix,” he said. “Nice to have you along for the ride. You always leave men unconscious when you’re done with them?”
I laughed. “I’m Kelly. And wouldn’t you like to know?”
Phoenix grinned. “I think I would. It’s not often you meet a girl who can just knock you out. You learn that at the school?”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“Is that why you’re here at Anwak? The school?”
“I’m . . . here for educational purposes. I didn’t know anything about the school until I arrived.”
“Oh,” Phoenix said, “you’re one of those people who learn for fun.”
“Yes. Anything wrong with that?”
“Not at all. Actually,” he continued, “it’s not too different from what I’m doing. I’m from the States. I guess you are, too. My dad was a taxi driver his whole life. Never cared about anything but the streets. He gave me the same passion. Getting people where they need to go is an important task.”
I was impressed there was a man on the island who could hold a conversation. And he was doing it with an erection. “How did you go from being in the States to Anwak?”
“See, I’ve got more ambition than my dad. I want to write a book about what it’s like to be a taxi driver. So, I’m going to different locations and getting taxi jobs. This is my fourth. I spend about a year in each place.”
“That’s amazing!” I said.
“I’m going to call it Living by the Meter or something like that. I already have publishers who say they’re interested in the manuscript when it’s done.” Phoenix shrugged but looked pleased with what he said. “I’ll miss Anwak when I go. It’s the best place I’ve been so far and I doubt it’ll get topped by anywhere else. There’s just so much life here. Every day is a good one. The locations are so vibrant and the people are so unique and varied.”
“It really is different from anywhere else I’ve ever been,” I agreed.
We talked the whole rest of the way, just normal conversation with a bit of flirting thrown in here and there. Phoenix was so nice, so kind, so interesting, that I didn’t want the ride to end.
When we approached the valley, I asked him to stop and pull off to the side of the road. He raised his eyebrows but obeyed and parked in a spot where I could just about see the school at the bottom of the valley.
I turned to Phoenix and held up my hands apologetically. “I don’t have the cash on me to pay for this. Is there another way I could make it up to you?”
His eyes lit up with a gleam and his friendly smile took on a wicked edge. “I get offered the same a lot. It’s only on Anwak that I can accept. I think even if we were back in America, I’d take you up on your offer. You think you can knock me out, too?”
“Probably not,” I admitted.
He shrugged. “Well, we’ll see what happens. Give me your all, baby.”
Phoenix dropped his hand down beside his seat and pushed a lever to move it back. I wiggled out of my pants and balled them up, and dropped them on the floor. Phoenix reached for me and held me around my waist, helping me to slide over to his side of the taxi. I straddled his lap, my pussy already dripping for him. “Fuck,” I gasped, leaning over and grinding on his bulge. “I’ve been waiting all day for something good to happen.”
Phoenix undid his zipper and reached inside his pants. “Nothing better than this. I’m going to make sure you remember me.”
If he could make me cum, I’d buy his book when it was released. I opened my mouth to tell him that when he held his cock and slid it inside my pussy. He was as big as the drunk man and far more graceful, sliding in with an ease that was almost magical. I gasped and held onto his shoulders. His cock inside me forced my juices out against my inner thighs. I slid closer to him, sealing my pussy with the full length of his ramrod cock.
Phoenix gripped my waist. I lifted up and down on his cock, riding him. Euphoria stole through me as he began to thrust, countering the motion of my bucking hips. We collided together, again and again, causing the car to bounce and shake.
One of his hands roamed around behind me. His thumb found its way into my tender ass. The sudden pain sent my orgasm rocketing out of control. My body rocked back and the horn sounded as I collided with the steering wheel.
Phoenix kept thrusting inside me, not letting up for even a second. As soon as I came back to earth, he attacked my clit, rubbing the hard bud with all four fingers. My sensitive muscles seized up again. He thrust through the clenching, pounding even harder than before, and another orgasm blasted through me right on the tail end of the last. Then, and only then, did he finally allow himself to cum.
The last of my orgasm drained away and I sagged against his chest. “Damn,” I breathed. “So good. Fuck.”
Three orgasms. Two bonuses to make up for the other idiots.
He couldn’t have known unless he’d been watching me. It had to be a coincidence, though the idea of him keeping an eye on me didn’t bother me much. I liked him.
Phoenix slid his hands up and down my back. “Consider your debts paid.”
I leaned back a little and smiled at him. “I’ll keep an eye out for your book.”
“Better yet, watch for my name. Phoenix Lake.” He chuckled. “You ever get lonely in the world, look me up. I wouldn’t mind another fuck, even if it’s over Facetime or something.”
I nodded, and smiled, and tried to hide the sadness that his words awoke in me. I wouldn’t allow anything I had done on this island to make its way into my normal life. I’d never see him again.
I stepped out of the taxi and waved as he drove away.
I made it back down to the school without anyone noticing me. I guessed that it was still too soon after the party for classes to resume. I took a shower and then fell into bed and rolled onto my back with a sigh. My eyes remained open no mat
ter how hard I tried to shut them, despite how tired I was.
I folded my arms under my head and thought about how I was feeling. My flimsy attempts at reason had failed spectacularly. I was still enjoying myself, enjoying having sex. My mind and judgment were still too clouded. Even now, so soon after being satisfied, all I was thinking about was my next fix. I was like an addict, like an alcoholic.
Just then, Caroline walked in.
Chapter 22
All used up
Two days later, when everyone had finally gotten over their hangovers and other over-indulgences at the party, the arrival of Sports Day prevented things from going back to normal.
We all had to gather in the auditorium the day before, to hear about the various competitions and how to sign up for them. The events were all sexual variations in typical school sports activities. Naked volleyball, mud wrestling, capture the dildo, and so on. Teams and individuals could sign up for the various events at the office. The next day, the events would take place at designated spots out behind the school. All day, I could look out the window and see school personnel working their butts off to set up for the games.
They were having a harder time of it than was normal thanks to the inclement weather. Whatever tropical storm was brewing sent gusts of wind across the island with such force that markers had to be weighed down or else they would be carried off. Several palm trees fell over and the flower beds around the school took a massive beating.
The typical animal noises, insects and monkeys and shrieking birds were conspicuously absent. The air seemed empty as if nature itself waited for the arrival of the storm.
I, along with everyone else in the school, went out to watch the activities. Blanche participated in mud wrestling. She won by default. She was ruthless, fucking and pounding on her opponents to the point where they could hardly breathe or move for the mud caking their bodies.
Priscilla was on a naked volleyball team. She was a sight to see, running back and forth across the impromptu sand court, breasts flying all over. The rest of her team mostly sat back and watched while she decimated the opponents.
“It’s almost scary, huh?” Caroline asked me, as we watched Priscilla nearly take off another girl’s head with a wild spike. “How intense our roommates are.”
I put my arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, it is. But you can be intense, too! You’re just intense about books.”
She giggled.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around, smiling, to see Mr. Jones, the gorgeous black professor who taught fertility-based classes. “Hi, Mr. Jones. Intense match, right?”
He smiled, as charming as a prince, flashing even white teeth. “Yes, it is. But with your unprecedented improvement as of late, you may be able to give an even better show.”
“A better show?” I repeated.
“I’ve come to round you up for the Rough Sex competition. I’ve already gathered your competitors.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. “Hold on, Mr. Jones. I didn’t enter any contests.”
“Well, your name’s on the list.”
A sudden suspicion blossomed in my mind. I turned to Caroline. “Did you know about this?”
Her eyes went wide. “Not me! Blanche might have said something about it. I didn’t think she was serious.”
Mr. Jones cleared his throat. “I see. It was a bit of miscommunication. That’s a shame. Would you like to try anyway, Kelly? This is one of our most popular contests to watch every year, but hardly anyone ever participates. Three girls aren’t really enough to be exciting.”
I opened my mouth and then closed it. I thought about it a little. Backing out would mean Blanche had gotten away with whatever evil plan she had concocted. I didn’t know why she was being so mean but she had gone too far.
I’d show her.
I put my hands on my hips. “What do I have to do?”
“Come this way,” Mr. Jones said, smiling. “We’ll get you and the others prepared for the fun.”
Caroline grabbed my hand. “Good luck!”
“Thanks.”
I’m going to need it.
I followed Mr. Jones around the gathered crowds. Only about half of the students were content with watching the events. The rest were masturbating or hooking up.
The three other girls waited near a smooth patch of grass. I didn’t know any of them well. They were all in the more advanced classes. That I could be pitted against them seemed extremely unfair; that, naturally, was exactly what Blanche wanted.
Another professor brought over a plastic bin and pulled the lid off. “Get undressed, girls,” she said, “and then each of you should take a headband, kneepads, and a pair of sneakers.”
I pulled off my clothes and put on the equipment. As we all got dressed, the rules were explained. Simple enough. The contest was exactly what it sounded like it would be.
Attention turned to the four of us as the naked volleyball tournament wound to a close. Students gathered around the grassy area, taking seats and perching on the stands, exchanging up-close views for a better overall look at the action.
I stood on the starting line with my four rivals, swinging my arms a little in my nervousness. I was very, very aware of the four men behind us, waiting for their chance. They were winners of the Biggest Cock Contest earlier in the day and the monsters between their legs were terrifying. Even normal sex with them would be considered rough.
“Is everyone ready?” Mr. Jones called. He held a party popper, the friendlier alternative to a starting gun.
The other students yelled out their eagerness, and my rivals giggled and cheered and bounced around. I closed my eyes and pressed my feet against the earth, steeling myself.
“Three . . . Two . . .”
I opened my eyes and looked to the distant stands. Zion was supposed to attend but, as with his own party, he had chosen not to make an appearance. I wished he had shown up so he could see my performance. Even if I came in dead last, my willingness to participate should have shown him how much different I was.
The party popper went off, a spray of confetti catching on the wind.
I took off running, pounding my feet against the grass. My heart pounded, my blood thundering in my veins. The sound of heavy running echoed the rapid beating inside me. The chase was scripted, Mr. Jones had explained. We were supposed to resist, make the action more entertaining for the crowd. It felt so real, though.
One of the girls to my right went down to the ground, tackled from behind by one of the studly men. I looked over my shoulder and saw the broad face of the man who had chosen to pursue me. His breath hit my face. I yelped and tried to run faster.
I flashed back to the porn I had seen Tyler watching, the rough displays of dominance.
And then I was on the ground, grabbed by my pursuer. He rolled beneath me, taking the brunt of the fall. He pushed me off him onto my back in the grass. The blades tickled my inner thighs, my pussy lips. I braced myself for him to enter. Instead, he leaped up to my body and positioned himself over my face. I started to protest. He shoved his cock in my mouth, forcing my mouth wider to encompass his girth. He thrust deep, hitting at the back of my throat. My gag reflex tried to kick in, my throat convulsing. He rocked with the spasms, pressing deeper and deeper. Breath dragged in and out of my nostrils in ragged snorts. I felt like I was going to choke.
I slapped my palms against his thighs and shook my head, trying to tell him I needed to breathe. He kept going, using my face like a fleshlight, ramming in and out. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. The way he jackhammered, I thought he might dig us a hole straight to hell.
Then, suddenly, the pressure eased. My eyes flew open and I dragged in a huge breath, and let it out in a scream as he lunged down and buried his face between my legs. I grabbed his hair and pulled, wanting him off me, wanting this contest to end, but at the same time wanting his tongue to go even deeper inside me. This was what I found that I loved, the violence, the pain. The lo
gical part of me would reason it came about as a countermeasure to lack of exposure to sexual matters in my life. The other parts of me, the majority of me, quickly lost interest in my flimsy attempts to make sense of things. My mind shut down and then there was only carnal depravity, the pleasure of violation. I rocked my hips against his face and screamed for more.
The man moved his mouth up to my clit and sucked so hard I thought it might come off. He shoved four fingers inside my pussy, stretching me, ramming me as far as he could go. My pussy was soaking wet, dripping down his wrist. I tossed my head and convulsed, my orgasm coming strong.
My vision dimmed from the orgasm. But the man wasn’t done with me yet. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off across the grass. I stumbled, struggling to keep my feet underneath me. The stinging in my head cleared my vision. I noticed that two of my competitors had already tapped out and were wrapped in blankets on the sidelines. A detached part of me thought how absurd that was. If they were going to give in so quickly, why sign up at all?
Mr. Jones said this was one of the school’s best activities and those girls over there weren’t living up to that.
My attention was pulled back to my situation as the man dragging me pushed me up against the side of a nearby toolshed. I braced my hands on the wall as he shoved inside my pussy from behind. I screamed, my hips slapping against the bricks, unprepared for his entry. I was still beyond wet from my orgasm so he went in easy. Heat flashed through me, my sensitive inner walls pulsating.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started thrusting hard and fast, ramming my body against the shed. I put my arms in front of my face to avoid knocking out a tooth. My shoulders bashed onto the bricks. The rough surface scraped my knees, my breasts. I felt each hit resonating in my bones, like drumsticks hitting on the head of a drum. I was screaming the whole time, fucking back against him, every ounce of pain a rung up the ladder of orgasm.
“Let’s make this interesting!” someone yelled, as faint as if they called from across a canyon. A man, perhaps Mr. Jones, perhaps not—I was beyond comprehension—came up beside the shed and held out a huge blue dildo to the man behind me. Except for the color, it was the most realistic toy I had seen yet, veiny and with extreme attention to detail given to the wide mushroom tip.
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