Marilyn clenched her teeth. She couldn't quite believe herself, but she resented Todd's statement. How could that moron prefer that wimpy freshman bitch to her! He had to be out of his mind!
Todd popped his cock out of Sissy. He reached between her legs.
"Niagara Falls!" he said. "This mink is a juicer!"
He rubbed his hand between Sissy's legs until it was dripping with her slick fuck-juices. Then he pushed his wet hand between her ass-cheeks and started to work a few fingers into her asshole.
Sissy's asshole was relaxed from getting fucked, so as Todd worked two, then three fingers into it, she hardly felt them. But when he got his fourth finger inside her, then his thumb, her ass-pucker felt stretched to the limit and she started to squirm. Todd sneered, forcing his bunched digits in deeper, all the way to the knuckles of his hand.
"Stop!" Sissy gasped, panting like a woman in labor. "Take it out!"
Bobby had moved over to join the coach in watching Todd force his fingers up Sissy's whole. Both the boy and the coach were squeezing and pulling their cocks, their eyes focused on Todd's hand and Sissy's incredibly stretched ass-pucker. Marilyn and Nada, although they couldn't see what was going on, were getting sadistic pleasure from Sissy's gasps of pain.
Serves her right! Marilyn thought, still smarting from Todd's comment that he preferred Sissy's asshole to her own.
Todd could feel a dozen pulse beats in Sissy's seething asshole as his fingers stretched it open.
He kept the pressure on, and millimeter by millimeter his fingers slid in deeper, his knuckles at last disappearing inside the girl. Once his knuckles were inside, the rest of his hand followed as if her asshole were swallowing it.
"Jesus Christ!" said the coach, unable to believe what he was seeing. Bobby just gawked, his mouth hanging open, his hand motionless on his cock as if he'd been frozen.
Except for the quivering of her body, Sissy was motionless too. The moment Todd's knuckles had disappeared inside her, the searing, tearing feeling of the stretch subsided, and now she felt a pressure in her asshole that was incredible, but bearable. Compared to her pain of a moment ago, what she felt now was even pleasant. She held herself as still as she could, praying the pain was over for good. She tried not to think about what was happening to her, that she had a boy's fist buried in her asshole.
"I'm gonna keep my hand in here forever," Todd said, slowly twisting his fist, working it in deeper, making it disappear to the wrist.
"Norton, you're crazy," the coach said, but he was fascinated by the sight.
"Yeah!" Todd said, smiling wickedly. He twisted his hand from side to side, and Sissy's eyes bulged. She was groaning, looking delirious, out of her mind. Her right hand moved up between her legs and she started to jerk herself off.
"What're you guys waiting for?" Todd said. "Want me to have all the fun?"
Bobby and the coach looked at each other a moment as if for mutual support. The next moment they went into action, Bobby dropping down behind Nada, the coach behind Marilyn. Their right fists immediately slipped between the legs of the two girls, rubbing, twisting, getting lubed up with fuck-juices.
"You gotta go slow," Todd said. "Get a few fingers in, then a few more, then your thumb. Then just push, real slow. She'll open up like a large-mouth bass and take it." He chuckled at his cleverness. "Ain't that right, bitch?"
Sissy cringed, goosebumps covering her body, her guts churning. It felt as if a fat lizard had crawled up her asshole. She felt no real pain, just that tremendous pressure. It wasn't pain that made her cringe, but the realization of what was happening to her. Todd Norton had his fist and part of his arm up her asshole! His hand was inside her guts! The thought made her so squeamish that she almost screamed. Only the rhythmic jerking of her hand between her legs kept her from going off the deep end. As long as she kept beating off, she'd stay sane – she hoped.
Marilyn and Nada were gasping. The coach had his thick fingers and thumb up Marilyn's asshole, and Bobby already had his hand buried in Nada's asshole to the knuckles.
"Damn it, stop!" Nada screeched.
Bobby shoved hard and his hand slipped up her asshole completely. A tremor shot through his loins as the girl's juicy, sizzling asshole devoured his hand, and he almost shot off without touching his cock.
"Please!" Nada gasped. "Please, oh God!" She writhed, clutching her pussy as if it were the only thing she could hold on to.
Bobby smeared his free hand in the slick juices running down Nada's legs, then wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly milking it from base to head, pleasuring it rhythmically as he worked his right fist in Nada's asshole.
The coach had a much thicker fist than did Bobby. He didn't think he could get his hand in past the knuckles without tearing Marilyn's ass-pucker all to hell. He kept the pressure on, though, slowly twisting his lubed-up hand despite Marilyn's apparent agony. A millimeter at a time, his hand slid in deeper.
Marilyn chewed her lips nearly bloody, writhing like an eel as the coach's knuckles stretched her ass-pucker. She tried as hard as she could not to scream, but suddenly a wail like a banshee's exploded from her lungs, and she cursed with words she'd never before, some of which she didn't even know the meaning of. As she raved and struggled, the coach's fist slipped inside her completely. The terrible pain subsided. She laughed with relief.
"Thank you!" she said. "Thank you!"
"The broad's lost her marbles," Todd said. "I wish I could get a picture of your hairy paw up her ass, Coach. That's a real turn-on!"
The coach looked with disbelief at his arm. Marilyn's asshole was wrapped around his wrist. It felt as if he had buried his hand inside a hot, living heart. He took hold of his cock with his left and started to slide the foreskin up and down.
"Twist your hands, guys," Todd said. "It drives 'em crazy."
Todd was right. As the coach twisted his hand in Marilyn's whole, she wiggled her ass as if she had fire-ants in it and she started to claw at her pussy. As Bobby fist fucked Nada, Nada jerked off too. All three girls were getting fist fucked up the ass, all three girls were moaning deliriously, and all three girls were beating off as if the world would end at any moment and they had to get themselves off before it did.
Sissy had three fingers up her pussy. As she plunged them they made squishing noises inside her. Her pussy-juice frothed out around her fingers, some of it dripping from her hand, some of it running down her legs. Fuck me! she thought, not daring to say the words for fear of making Todd wild. She was enjoying the slow twisting of his fist in her asshole.
Todd had his arm up Sissy's asshole three inches above his wrist. He'd had to snake his hand sideways in her guts to get it in this deep, which was about as deep as he'd ever fist-fucked any girl's asshole. He could hardly believe how deep his hand was buried. He was so excited that he had to repeatedly release his cock to keep from blowing his load prematurely.
Bobby, whose hand was the smallest, was fist fucking Nada even deeper. His arm was in Nada's asshole four, maybe five inches above his wrist. Incredibly, Nada was wiggling her ass as if she wanted even more. The excited brunette had her right hand all but buried inside her pussy. She twisted her hand hard, and her hand disappeared up her cunt. She exploded instantly, wailing, gasping.
"She's coming!" Bobby said. "I can feel her coming!" His cock vibrated and he shot jism against Nada's ass. "Ohhh shit!"
Nada gibbered like a madwoman, grinding her fist inside her pussy, fucking her asshole on Bobby's hand, feeling the splats of hot jism on her ass and the surges of orgasmic electricity in her loins. The fist snaking inside her asshole kept her coming and coming. She thought she'd never stop.