The Pranster

The Prankster

I met her in Econ 101 when I saw her impulsively hide the books of the girl who sat in front of me.

Seeing me see her do it, she winked and put her finger to her sexy lips, the universal signal for "Don't tell."

As pranks go it was stupid, but we started hanging out and I learned she was obsessed with them.

I wasn't immune to her tricks: she filled my car with plastic balls, she pennied my dorm room door, and when I played a trick on her she laughed - but also got revenge.

We'd known each other for two semesters and I'd developed quite the crush on the cute Tomboy - Rocky, which was short for Raquel.

The more time we spent together the sexier she became to me. Thin waist, nice tits, perfect tight ass. Her body was well toned and well tanned from working on her fathers farm, a look I learned to love. Additionally, she was fun loving and creative, the flip side of pranksterism. Could a man want any more?

It's just that she never sent any signals my way. Where did I stand with her?

One Saturday I went over to her place - off campus housing - only to discover she was about to draw an outline of a person on a sheet. She said it was for a project she needed help on 'cause she was too stupid to do it alone. She really did have kind of a low opinion of herself, she called herself stupid all the time, she said it was because of her ADHD. Her meds seemed to help, on weekends when she went off of them she was wilder, though I never thought of her as stupid.

She asked me to lie down on the sheet so she could trace me. She wanted to trace my muscles so I had to wear just shorts. Could it be that she wanted to see me with less clothes on?

Once I was lying on the sheet she deftly rolled me up in it. Suddenly I was trapped - completely immobilized.

She walked around me saying, "Hmmm? Hmmm? Hmmm? What should I do to get even with you Jamie?"

I wasn't too worried. How bad could the revenge be? But I didn't know what exactly she wanted revenge for, I'd pulled a few on her, "So what did I do?"

"You put my face on a pornstar and posted it to my instagram. My mother saw that."

I chuckled, "Yea, that was funny."

She laughed too, "Yea it actually was. Doesn't mean you don't deserve comeuppance."

"Whaddya have in mind?"

"I haven't decided yet. But it's gonna be embarrassing. And big."

Tapping her finger on her cheek a few times she mulled it over, "I'm starting to get an idea..."

She left, then coming back into the room she had a dolly, or a handcart, like they use for moving boxes.

She put me on the dolly, tied me down with the seasoned knots of an experienced farmhand, then lastly, put duct tape on my mouth.

Next, out to her pick-up truck we went. I couldn't fit in the cab, tied to a big metal dolly like I was. But she put me in the back and drove off to places unknown.

I worried we'd get stopped by the police. I didn't want her to get in trouble for a silly prank so I kept quiet.

When she parked we were at a dirty bookstore. She rolled me right through the front door, tied and taped - and no one said a word or batted an eye. Not even when she paid the cover and got change.

We went back to the arcades and into a big booth. I asked, through the tape, what she had in mind and deducing my muffled question she answered, "I'm still playing it by ear."

In the booth she played some porn and turned the volume up really loud. I didn't know if she liked the porn or not, supposing it was more for the noise.

Looking at the screen she said, "That might be a good punishment for you." On the screen a guy was getting his ass plugged by another dude. There was an actress in the scene too, a thin impish girl in a teddy cheering the guys on. I imagined Raquel dressed in lacy lingerie too and it really revved my motor.

Rocky blindfolded me and left for awhile. When she came back she ripped the back of the sheet, lowered my shorts, and backed me right up to the glory hole which I hadn't noticed before.

I started to panic a bit since my now bare butt was right up to the hole.

"Ok Jamie, I think I'm gonna go out for lunch... Yea, I'm pretty hungry. It might be awhile." Closing the door her last words were, "Don't get into trouble while I'm gone."

Moments later I felt someone touching my bum, caressing it lovingly. I mumbled an objection but it made no difference. Thinking and hoping it might be Rocky I did my best to say, "Rocky, this has gone far enough." Yet I really didn't have much hope because these places were populated by just such men as this.

The rough hand continued stroking my asscheeks tenderly with what could only be either loving or lecherous intent. And I figured since he didn't know me it must be the latter.

But when I felt a large phallic object probing between my cheeks I gave up hope all together.

The invading weapon was withdrawn but returned a few seconds later being generously lubed.

It poked around some more searching for my anus. Through the tape I whined, "Please don't put your penis in me." But I feared he didn't hear nor care.

Sure enough my worst fears were realized as I perceived the stiff cock worming its way ever so slowly up my butt.

Gently it entered my ass only to partially withdraw again. Persistently it crept silently further through the hole and deeper into my being. In contrast the video continued to play the sounds of brutal ass fucking, though I couldn't see, still being blindfolded.

I had tried before, but I tried again to move away from the hole, the dolly wouldn't budge. Worse, the result was that I bounced upon the thick shaft, falsely telling my unwitting lover that I wanted more.

Now, I am telling you it was worse, not because I hated the idea of man on man contact. I'd fooled around with a buddy once before - we'd only tongued each other's dicks. And I have to admit I've wondered what it would be like to have my back door used. But if I ever did anything again I wanted it to be on my own terms.

Suddenly it see-sawed gingerly in and out, trying to gradually gain complete ingress. I never felt his balls, presumably since the wall prevented him from going too far. But I imagined them, furry and filled with cum, waiting to jettison their contents up my helpless ass.

The mysterious stranger never abused me, always plowing my ass with the most caring strokes.

And between the pornographic sounds emmanating from the speaker, my latent homosexual interest, and the fond attention my partner was treating me to, I began to enjoy the sensations, though not my predicament. What choice did I have?

The thrusting picked up speed for awhile, reaching a crescendo before subsiding and eventually stopping with a seemingly huge cock buried up my anus. Or did it just feel huge because of where it was? He was no doubt depositing his slime in me at that very moment.

I thought I would feel it rocketing forth, or at least, oozing into me. But I guessed the nerve endings in one's ass aren't that sensitive.

The tool pulled out, apparently not having lost any hardness. My hole was left sloppy and stretched open. If I had come to the bookstore in search of getting my ass reamed by a handsome stud I might have gone from merely appreciating the feelings and moved onto craving them.

My ass did feel empty and I did think I might want to try it again in the future. Yet I still feared disease and still disliked the loss of control.

I waited to see if another man would fuck me, wondering if his cock would be bigger or smaller, or even if he would use me aggressively like in the videos. But none did.

The door to my booth opened and an unknown person touched my wrapped body, trailing down to my erection.

I thought of the older man I'd seen wandering the halls before Rocky left. The action that was done to me matched the pictures in my mind: he knelt in front of me unwrapping a portion of the sheet, then, retrieved my hard-on, pulling it through the bars of the dolly.

Again it was a tender touch from rough manly hands making me think it might have been the same man who had fondled my ass before making love to it.

Strong fingers delicately touched my cock and balls reaching into every crease and crevice.

Finally, a hot tongue, like the one of my buddies' years before, traced its way along the length of my excited dick.

The old guy, well I thought so, he could have been any age, sucked my cock down so fast I almost lost my load in the first seconds.

There was no doubt he loved my penis, loved it in his mouth, and loved running his hands over my body.

This was much more like the blowjobs I've received from steady girlfriends with whom I had a longstanding relationship than like the cursory ones from one night stands.

Briefly I tried to imagine Rocky kneeling before me, inhaling my cock and running her hands over my body. A man can wish... But the touching and sucking hardly seemed ladylike.

This cocksucker was more enthusiastic than any girl I'd ever been with. Slurping loudly with gusto. Taking me deeply then pausing to run that wet tongue all over my throbbing dick.

My cock adorer lavished non-verbal praise upon my ready tool and I was equally enthusiastic about filling his mouth with cum, be it a man or not. What did I care if he was a dude? And if he were a hot guy I might even want to return the favor.

When my time to unload arrived I grunted and the lover of my cock pushed all the way down, taking me to the root. Again, I realized that no girl had accomplished that before, clearly there were benefits to being with men.

I unleashed a torrent of spoo that had been building for days. I'm normally a big cummer and I would have bet I'd given him at least double my norm. Through coughing and spluttering the amazing suck-job never paused. Now that's commitment!

There was no reservation, no pulling back. My unseen cocksucker took it all with relish and zipped me back up.

Then it was done.

Not long after, Rocky returned, "It looks like you were a good boy and didn't go anywhere." Then she removed my blindfold and the tape.

I may have loved the blowjob and found things to like about being analy used, but my anger at Rocky was simmering. I was thinking that pranks were one thing, but to let that really happen to me was too much.

With a single angry tear running down my face I asked, "How could you let that man do that to me?"

Rocky looked horrified, "I didn't. I wouldn't. The doors were always locked."

"The hell they were. You brought me in here, abandoned me, and some guy...then he, in front..." I couldn't bring myself to say out loud, to Rocky, what had happened.

She started to cry too. But unlike me she was full on blubbering. "No really. I locked the doors. Sometimes I go too far with the jokes. But there was no guy...you were just supposed to think... but it was me. Both times." Her crying devolved into an incomprehensible shuddering mess.

I was confused. "You did what? What do you mean, both times?"

Between wracking shakes her voice came out all ragged as she pulled a realistic blue dildo from her purse, "I bought this here in the store. I didn't plan it but it just came to me and I didn't stop to think."

She fell into the lone chair in the booth with her head in her hands, "I'll understand if you never want to see me again. It wouldn't be the first time I'd lost a friend."

By now I'd processed that it was her who'd fucked me - and not a cock.

But my slow brain wasn't getting who'd given me the so very masculine blowjob. I went on, "But that other guy came in and knelt right there."

Her sobs turned to a plaintive wail, "That was me too. I shouldn't have done it. I got carried away and I didn't think. I'll take you home and that's the last you'll have to see of me. I'll drop out. You'll probably press charges and I deserve it. If I could take it back..." she seemed broken, slumping onto the sticky floor yet not caring about the innumerable loads of cum she was laying in.

I thought about the blowjob - how caring it was. How devoted she had been. Only a girl in love could give a blowjob like that.

I stared at her crumpled body on the floor. Could it be that my crush loved me? Could I forgive her? It wasn't like she had really let a man fuck my ass, she just let me think it.

Sitting there, she did seem pretty sorry that she'd done it. And no girl had ever truly been more giving of herself when sucking my dick.

But her obsession with pranks bordered on dangerous. Could she change? Could I ever meet as good a cocksucker?

I decided to take a chance, "Rocky." I whispered. "Rocky, come up here. When you did it, do you just love cock?"

She pulled herself first to her knees, then stood with mascara streaked all over her face. She wiped her snotty nose with the back of her hand, "It's not something I've ever really liked doing. I just, I just wanted to see you happy, but I didn't think." She banged her hand on her forehead, "I'm stupid. Too stupid."

I smiled weakly, "Rocky, Rocky, look at me, let's try it. Let's try you and I. And also, let's try giving up the pranks."

Leaving the sheet in a crumpled pile we left together. Me wearing only my shorts, and her, a disheveled mess with raccoon eyes and soiled knees. The men we passed as we left stared at her since she looked like she'd just been face fucked by a whole gang of guys.

The thought of face fucking her turned me on. I'd never done it to anyone and after the way she abused her own mouth with my cock I think she'd let me do it.

Epilogue:

I went back to the store alone the next day. I needed to find out how much I would like it on my own.

I played a video of a girl on all fours taking it up her ass and dropped my pants, stroking myself to full hardness.

A couple guys beckoned me to put my penis through the hole but I had another plan.

I needed to relive the experience, to try it but just a little different.

When a big tool emerged I touched it gently like I had been touched. It was black with a circumcised mushroom head and taut skin. I heard his gruff voice, "Don't waste time Faggot. Suck it!" I rolled a condom over it then squirted a bunch of lube on it too.

Backing up to the hole it crept between my thighs, poking at my hanging balls.

I widened my stance and bent forward so I could reach through to guide the thick head into my anus.

It butted up against my opening but the stiff dick didn't go in as easily as the thinner dildo had. I suppose I wasn't as patient as Rocky had been too.

The man on the other side did nothing to help, he just stayed pressed up against the wall. With my fingers I pushed on the frenulum gradually forcing the plum into my ass.

When it popped in I was breathing heavily from the exertion of it. Who knew getting fucked was so hard?

But I had done it - I had gotten it started for him. I stood there with the tip inserted in me waiting for him to plow me, but soon realized that he couldn't move any closer and it was up to me to move back.

With my back six inches from the wall I inched my heels closer to the baseboard, worming the cock of my unseen stranger deeper. The big black cock stretched my ring gently as I persistently impaled myself.

Bouncing a little, like I had when I'd tried to escape the dildo, I now bounced for the opposite reason. With each bounce I was saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me."

Encouraged, I felt my partner trying to get closer, as if he could crawl through the wall.

We worked together and soon enough I felt the cool formica of the wall on my cheeks, back, and calves: It was in me completely!

He seesawed up my rectum, reaching places Rocky had not. But unlike Rocky he didn't consider my needs and he didn't fuck me gingerly.

The girl in the video I was playing was smiling ecstatically, moaning in pleasure, and begging her lover to keep going and to go deeper.

I was sure I wouldn't survive if it went any deeper and though I was compelled to finish what I'd started, I was more anxious for it to be over. Somehow, I disliked the pain yet craved the abuse.

The manly stud on the other side of the hole grunted with each violent thrust, banging into the wall for all to hear.

His voice reverberated through the arcade, "Take it you bookstore whore! I'm filling your ass."

Was that what I was? A bookstore whore? I pulled my meat frantically as he was finishing, adding my spooge to that already on the floor.

A minute later I pulled up my pants, ashamed, but inwardly thrilled to have done it.

Leaving the ABS my hole was sore and I kinda hobbled past a group of regulars leaning against the front counter. I was sure they'd heard my unseen black lover yell out in the throes of his orgasm. Red-faced, I was more sure they identified me as the bookstore whore.

When the door closed behind me I wasn't at all sure it would be the last time.

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