An Intermission

Eight times...

Eight times left her breathing heavily and twitching for relief. Eight times wasn't normal. In the past when she had ever done something like this, Mary went searching for the place where she could get as much privacy as possible. She would often spend somewhere between thirty minutes to an hour just walking around in a blurry daze until she felt like she had the right place. Even then when she found the spot... eight times was a lot.

She didn't go to practice after school. It didn't matter how much she tried, Mary couldn't bring herself to get over the imagined waves of embarrassment she thought she would meet when she went to see her fellow cheerleaders. They had to have heard the rumors by that point. Going to them would have been social suicide. On top of that, the back of her skirt was still visibly damp from the circumstances that went on in Mrs. Wentworth's classroom, so she changed into a spare pair of pants in the girls locker room.

Instead of going to practice, Mary walked home. Well, she ran actually, because calling the haze of emotions fogging her mind a mere daze was the understatement of her entire life. She didn't contact her friends; she didn't leave an explanation explaining where she went. She just went straight home, to her room, tore her top off and went to town on the horrible ache pulsating outwards from her groin.

At first, her relief felt like it started off excruciatingly slow. It began with her whole body visibly twitching every time her fingers caught one of the painfully sensitive buds peeking at the top of her chest. Her hard, pink, inverted nipples were pulled taut and teased from their hiding places with each slow, caressing rotation her hands massaged around her chest. Each hand mauled into her tanned, supple skin with a deliberate slowness as she laid across the mattress; her fingers clawing at her breasts like they were the talons of an animal... like she thought a man would have done.

The moment was supposed to build back up... it was supposed to regain the former glory it had been tearing her heart apart with back at the school.

Unfortunately, the haze didn't build in her chest this time but only grew up in her mind as she went. Each breath she had felt like it took more away from how it had felt to her before and sent it into another haze. It was something different now. It wasn't clouding her as much, it was like... it was like her excitement was dying down. Her heart had been beating so fast and so loudly at the start that she hadn't even bothered to close the door to her bedroom before she started. By the time it could have even occurred to her to look over in case her roommate got home early, Mary was already pushing one of her small breasts up for one of her nipples to be greedily seized and bitten in her own haze. She couldn't bring herself to bite down hard, at least not as hard as she imagined he would have. It was more teasing for her in the way that Mary's teeth gently scraped along the length of her engorged cherries. What little pain was caused was immediately overshadowed and drowned out by the whining, vibrating pleasure that she voiced into her own breast.

Normally... if Mary felt really pent up, she could have ended the day with perhaps four strong orgasms. She could have just cleared her mind, caught her breath, and went on with her day. After four, she got too sensitive, and any more attention just became painful. It would usually just ruin the mood for her... but that day, as Mary blatantly stuffed her hand into the front of her pants, she couldn't even find herself forming a coherent thought to stop herself.

Her fingers curled into the depths of her hungry slit so easily that by the time she reached the last knuckle, she could already feel her own juices dripping from her digits. She started three at a time, as if there had been no need to prepare herself or build up for it beforehand. Her swollen clit, in its red and angry state, was crushed against her impatient palm. Her hips arched up into the air, as if they were on display again, and she just reached with her fingertips for a spot inside her that she had long since read about and searched for.

The first orgasm felt like it actually crashed against Mary, bucking her hips so hard with its sudden pleasure that they smashed back down into her mattress for a moment. It was as if someone had actually thrust into her. Her eyes became crossed after her own initial penetration, her lips curled lovingly around the newly battered nipple between her teeth, and her voice rang out throughout the whole apartment as she actually squirted into the confines of her own clothes. Her pants visibly darkened and dripped with her juices as her hand violently jerked in their confines and her whole back arched with an energy that both flooded and released throughout her body at the same time.

Yet... the best part for her was in how she saw it. Even as everything came to its screaming crescendo, and before it ended too quickly, the moment was drawn out in quick, little aftershocks by the most important thing in her room. Out of the whole mess that made up Mary's room, there was just one thing in there that was perfectly placed and always kept clean... the mirror. Right across from the bed, set up at just the right angle for her to see everything, was a large full body mirror perfectly reflecting the way her full, womanly legs quivered and shook with her release. She watched, through blurry, lust-lidded eyes, as all the muscles in her body tensed and twitched to a slow end before one hand suddenly reached out. Her lips were parted and grinning as she laid there, saying his name over and over like someone else had taken control of her. Like this new person was suddenly obsessed with something ridiculous.

She knew it wasn't over. She would have been able to stop herself if it had been over.

When her hand finally came back from digging around in the drawer beside her bed, it was struggling to fully grasp the width of some girthy, giant and jet black thing while she struggled to get her pants down past her ass. Her clothing felt tight, always too tight. If it wasn't a revealing skirt then she had to have on some pair of pants that clung too tightly to her form and gave everyone a strong idea of what the lower half of her body looked like.

Always too tight... She actually grinned again at the thought.

When she was finally ready, her black dildo literally flopped against her stomach when she tried to line it up. There was no better word to describe it. It was so big that it actually slapped onto her skin when it dropped. It had been bought for her as a joke by a friend. Something that looked so enormous that it seemed like it shouldn't have actually been used for pleasure. Both of them had thought she would have never used it, and Mary hadn't.

Truthfully, she preferred the small stuff. The things that came with accuracy and needed a bit of skill to be applied properly. She liked the things that made the moment last, and that one always just seemed so... final. With everything else that had happened over the course of the day though, this time, it seemed like it fit. It fit him.

She didn't stop saying his name when she lined up the head of that monster with her entrance. She couldn't bring herself to stop anything anymore. It was supposed to be out of her control, just like the rest of the day had been. Her voice was just full of more pleading this time as the lips of her pussy began to stretch and open for him. She wanted it slow. She always wanted it slow.

The first inch rammed into her.

It should have stayed terrifying, because it certainly started out that way. It wasn't exactly a finger she was pushing into her pussy. It felt like an arm that was there to ruin and **** her... but her stupid grin never fell away. Her nervous feelings melted with each inch that slid into her, and once the toy was properly lubed up, all she felt was want.

The head of his fat cock popped into her, and her voice pitched briefly.

She just wanted him deeper. She wanted to feel him stretching her, stuffing her with every last bit of him.

Another small handful of inches gradually slid inside her.

The muscles in her stomach went taut as she reached the halfway point on her unused toy, a spot marked with a sudden thickening ridge that encircled the toy's rubbery girth. Every muscle, every little thing inside her clenched and flexed tighter, and refused to unwind as Mary took that toy deeper than anything else had ever been.

She came again once that thick ridge had finally passed through her lips and once more when Mary got up to try and sit on the shaft. She had to sit on it... it wasn't just feelings anymore, she was so tight that if she hadn't her pussy would have pushed it right back out.

There wasn't much left to go after that. Anything that was left, she was just forcing it deeper. Her hands pulled on the heavy, fake balls of the toy like it would have helped to stuff more into her, but when she actually felt the tip of it touch against her cervix on her last thrust, it only hurt.

She winced and whined as his length tapped against her deepest recesses. A lack of experience and a mountain of sensitivity proved to be too much for her. She was **** to stop herself before she could hit the base. Her voice was still pleading... begging for more now while her hands continued to play with and massage the hard, fake sack of the toy as if that would help. It didn't matter anymore that it wasn't real, just that she couldn't take it all when she needed to.

All she could do was jump...and thrust...and buck until she came. It happened again and again. Mary just kept slamming him into her stuffed, stretched pussy until it hurt to move.

When she finally seemed to come down from her haze and she just sat back down on her toy to rest... eight orgasms had gone by... At least, those were the ones she had been able to count. Her naked, glistening body flexed and twitched in place with how sore it was.

"W-why?" she gasped at her own image. It didn't make sense. She had never liked that twerp before. She had never so much as looked at him. At the most, she would have giggled at the rumors along with everyone else and looked away when he went to slink off in shame. It didn't make sense to her now that it felt natural to go for the biggest toy when thinking about him. She didn't understand how he could have driven her that crazy.

After a couple moments, she tested the sensitivity of her pussy again, and despite how painful it was to feel the toy pound against her cervix again, her body twitched happily with pleasure even while she winced with pain. Her eyes fell to the mess she had made stampeding into the room as she tried to push and hold against that painful spot, and her eyes nearly crossed when she saw the bag. Her book bag. She didn't even care when she saw how open the door to her room was.

She still wasn't thinking, she told herself as she reached into the depths of her school supplies. It wasn't him driving her crazy with desire from what happened during the day, it was just... she was pent up. That was it, she was just pent up.

She could still see the silly grin on her face as Mary pulled the leather collar out of her backpack.

That stranger... she thought with a snap as the Mary in the mirror pulled the leather collar taut around her own neck. Her own reflection just looked so happy. Her smile widened as the metal ring on the collar dangled softly beneath her chin. She was just pent up...

...but there was one way to release all that stress...