The process of growing up has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends and peer groups. Certainly, in our complex society, the problems youths face seem greater than ever before.
Carl and Susan Morgan are teenage sisters embarking on their own special journey through adolescence. They find themselves plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about their awakening sexuality, sometimes becoming angered over youthful misjudgments. And through it all their day-to-day lives must go on.
But in the case of Carol and Susan the road to adulthood is even more tortuous than usual, and at times it seems one, or both of them, will never make it.
HIGH SCHOOL TEASERS-the shocking story of two American girls coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is not an easy one.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carol Morgan took the dildo out of her dresser drawer. It was kept buried under her panties along with a few dirty books. She had sent away for the books and the dildo to an address she had gotten from one of the magazines she had found in her father's desk. The magazine had been filled with pictures of naked men and women doing everything imaginable to each other. In fact, a few of the things they were doing Carol wouldn't have believed possible. All she had to do was send money, which she saved from her allowance, and sign a declaration that she was over twenty-one.
Carol was only sixteen but with both her parents working she had no trouble getting to the mailbox before anyone else. She doubted that her younger sister would even know what the packages contained if she stumbled across them.
Carol lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Her parents wouldn't be home for at least an hour and her sister was out somewhere. She had plenty of time.
She rubbed the six-inch dildo across her cheek. It always felt so real to her, nuzzling her face, as if it were a live cock and not a piece of rubber. She licked the head of the dildo gently, holding it with one hand while she played with her breasts with the other. Her tongue moved sensuously over the life-like knob of the fake cock. The dildo was now wet with saliva and she opened her mouth wide to suck on it. She plunged it deep into her throat, leaving just enough to grasp onto outside her lips. Her left hand moved down her belly until it touched her pubic hair. She parted the fine, blond hair with her fingers and started tickling her clitoris. Her eyes were closed as she sucked on the phallus. She pushed it in and out of her mouth, almost gagging when the tip banged against her throat.
Carol reluctantly pulled the glistening dildo from her hungry lips. She was disappointed that it didn't leave a trail of cum across her cheek, unhappy that her mouth didn't taste of semen.
She spread her legs wide open and positioned the dildo against her cuntal lips. Her pussy was sopping wet and it slipped in easily with one shove. Carol pushed a pillow under her ass and thrust her hips upward to take in every inch. She was moaning now as the dildo nestled deep inside her. She began to hump it, imagining a body above her crushing her into the mattress. She was unaware that her own hand held the object of her pleasure, concentrating instead on the burning excitement the "cock" ignited in her loins. She pinched her breasts harshly, imagining a lover's teeth breaking her skin.
Through the dim of her sexual excitement, Carol thought she heard her name being called. "CAROL!!"
She ceased her undulations. Breathing heavily, she turned toward the voice.
"Carol!! What are you doing?!"
Shit. It was her little sister. Carol rolled off the bed and the dildo slipped out of her cunt, and fell to the floor. Still uncoordinated from her recent arousal, she just sat on the edge of the bed, making no move to retrieve the dildo. Susan just stared at it as it rolled toward her.
"Get out of my room," Carol ordered.
Susan stood in the doorway, unmoving. She didn't take her eyes off the dildo.
"Just get the hell out of here!" Carol almost shouted.
Susan remained frozen in place.
Carol finally looked up into the eyes of her sister. She didn't find the shock or horror she had expected. Instead, Susan's face seemed flushed with excitement. It was obvious that Susan had become at least slightly aroused by the spectacle she had witnessed. Carol was surprised. Maybe her little sister was all right after all.
Carol, where did you get that?" Susan broke the silence of the moment.
"I sent away for it."
"It's so big. You had the whole thing up your . . . your ..." she hesitated.
"My pussy," Carol finished.
Carol reached down and picked up the dildo. She was still naked and Susan watched intently as Carol's full breasts swayed before her eyes. They looked so big compared to Susan's own barely budding, fourteen-year-old bosom.
Carol held the rubber cock in front of her. It was still slightly wet with pussy juice. She smiled lewdly at Susan.
"Want to try it, little sister?"
Susan blushed at the question but didn't answer.
"Come here," Carol demanded, and Susan walked over and sat next to her on the bed. Carol coolly appraised her younger sister. Her breasts were just beginning to grow but her legs were full, firm, womanly. Her face was beautiful, unblemished and her thick brown hair fell halfway down her back.
"Do you want me to put this up your pussy?"
Carol held the dildo under her sister's nose and Susan could smell the odor of Carol's cunt-juice. It smelled strange to her. She wasn't disgusted or turned off by it. In fact, it flamed her building fires of anticipation.
Carol reached over and pulled Susan's blouse over her head. Her small breasts were white, in direct contrast to the erect, brown nipples that crowned them. Carol started to stroke one of the breasts but her sister stiffened in fear. Better not push her too fast, Carol thought to herself.
"Stand up."
Susan stood and watched through misty eyes as her sister opened her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She stepped lightly out of her jeans and shoes and stood before. Carol dressed only in her white bikini panties. Carol yanked her panties down to the floor and ordered Susan to lie down on the bed. Susan obeyed instantly and spread her legs unconsciously as she fell to the mattress.
Carol sat on the side of the bed facing the naked, obscenely exposed body of her sister. Her face was flushed with excitement as she stared at Susan's sparsely haired cunt. She took the dildo and rubbed it over Susan's belly and down through her small brown pubic patch. Susan's pussy was already wet and willing and the dildo slid easily over her clitoris.
Susan moaned softly as it moved into the hole of her twat. They were both breathing heavily now and Carol confidently put her free hand under her sister's well-shaped ass. Susan didn't pull back this time. Instead, she moved her hips upward so Carol would have easier access to her virgin asshole. The cock's entry into Susan's cunt was blocked and Carol was pushing with all her might.
"Owww ... it hurts, Carol, it hurts ..." Susan moaned. "OH, oh, please stop, PLEASE!!"
Carol ignored her sister's pleas and continued forcing the dildo inside her.
"OWWWWWwww!!" Susan screamed as her cherry finally gave way to the intruder.
I'll be damned, thought Carol, she was a virgin. She watched as a trickle of blood dripped out past the dildo onto the bed. This seemed to excite her all the more and she started thrusting the dildo in and out with great speed. Her other hand had found her sister's asshole and she shoved her middle finger into the puckered opening as hard as she could.
Susan was moaning with pain as Carol continued to abuse her genital area. The pain of losing her virginity was unbelievably great, but already it was being forgotten as her young body responded to the manipulations of her sister's hands.
The dildo was now moving in and out easily. Susan's pussy was soaking wet and with her hymen gone the hard six inches climbed inside her without difficulty.
"Ohh, fuck me!" The pain that scant moments ago racked her body had given away to new-found feelings of pleasure. Susan pushed her hips off the bed to meet every downward thrust of the fake cock.
"I'm doing my best, little sister," Carol replied.
Abruptly, Carol jumped off the bed. She had just remembered something.
"Don't stop now, please don't stop!" Susan pleaded.
Carol turned to see her sister reach down to play with her own pussy. She smiled and reached into her dresser drawer.
"Please, Carol, I'm ready to come! I'll do it myself if you don't want to! PLEASE!!"
Carol watched as Susan furiously played with herself, rubbing her ass across the sheet as if she were sitting on someone's cock. Her whole hand seemed to disappear into the crevice between her thighs.
Carol grabbed Susan's hands away from her genitals. Susan started to cry a complaint until she looked up at her big sister. The dildo was securely fastened to Carol's hips. It looked almost comical to Susan, the hard fake penis sticking straight out from her sister's full blond pubic patch. She might have laughed, had she not been so excited. The idea of her sister fucking her with that instrument of pleasure caused her to smile sensuously, without humor, Susan gasped as Carol crawled onto the bed and positioned herself just above her body. Her legs were spread wide, exposing her young cunt to Carol's fake cock.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Carol stared deeply into the eyes of her sister. They were filled with lust.
"Oh, God, YES!"
Susan's faced glowed with anticipation. She knew in the back of her mind that they were doing something wrong but her body refused to let her off this roller-coaster ride to orgasm. Anything that felt this good couldn't be that bad, she reasoned.
Carol grasped the head of the make-believe cock and held it against the opening of Susan's cunt.
"Carol, please . . . PLEASE ..." Susan almost shouted as she pushed her hips up to meet the dildo.
Carol laid her body on top of her sister. Susan let out a low moan as the cock slid up her hot, pulsating pussy. Carol's full breasts covered Susan's small tits. They mashed together, both girls becoming more excited by the feel of the other's boobs upon their own. Their hardened nipples rubbed together, still soft and sensitive in heated erection.
They lay still for a few moments, delighted by the passionate embrace they shared. Carol had her arms around Susan's head and was running her fingers through the long, brown hair. Susan moved her hands down the length of Carol's back, reveling in the feel of her sister's soft skin. Her hands came to rest on her sister's buttocks, each holding a naked ass-cheek. They each stared deep into the other's eyes, hesitating for a brief, timeless moment.
Carol waited no longer. She dropped her head and caught Susan's full lips with her own. She licked her sister's mouth with her extended tongue and covered the lips with her saliva. Susan breathed heavily into Carol's face and opened her mouth wide. Their lips clung together hungrily as Carol's tongue explored the inside of Susan's mouth. She flicked her tongue over her sister's teeth and gums, loving the taste. Susan nearly choked as Carol's long tongue moved almost to her throat, filling her mouth. She tickled Carol's tongue with her own, saliva running down her cheek as their tongues entwined.
Slowly, Carol lifted her hips. As they continued kissing, she brought the dildo out of Susan's pussy until only the bulbous head remained inside, then pushed it back in as far as she could.
"It feels so good," Susan whispered between kisses. "Fuck me, Carol, fuck me."
Carol needed no further urging. She took her hands from Susan's neck and grabbed her sister's squirming buttocks. Susan, in turn, spread Carol's cheeks and shoved the middle finger of her left hand deep into the puckered hole. Carol jumped with pleasure as Susan's finger violated her sensitive rectum.
They began to fuck in earnest, now. Carol pulled Susan's ass up to meet every thrust of her own hips. The dildo became almost a part of her as she plunged it into her sister with reckless abandon. The feel of her sister's finger tearing at her asshole brought her to the brink of orgasm.
"Ohhh. . . I'm going to come soon," Susan whimpered.
Carol quickened the already fast pace of her humping. The two girls thrashed about on the bed like a couple of sex-maniacs, forcing their bodies to bang together harshly with each thrust of the cock.
"OHHH . .. God . . . fuck me, Carol!" the young girl cried. "Shove your cock up my cunt! I want it. . . shove it in more! Faster ... fill.. . my ...cunt... FILL IT!!"
Susan's finger pummeled Carol's, asshole as her own fires rose. She ran her free hand up and down Carol's back, breaking the skin now and then with her nails. They bounced up and down on the bed, in rhythm to the furious pace of their humping.
Carol lowered her head and caught one of Susan's nipples in her mouth. She bit into the skin of the breast around it and ran her tongue in circles around the brown nipple itself. That did it.
Susan's body convulsed. She tightened her grip on Carol and squeezed with all her might. Her breath seemed to stop as Carol gave one last push with the cock and joined her in orgasm.
"Susan . . . OHHH . . . mmmmm...."
Carol's body shuddered as her own orgasm began. Her juice ran out of her cunt in a copious flow, trailing past the dildo, creating a small pool of liquid around Susan's ass. Susan's juice ran freely from her cunt to mix with that of her sister's. They rubbed their crotches together as their orgasms abated.
They lay contentedly in each other's arms, breathing heavily. Susan cradled her sister's head against her heaving chest, moaning softly in pleasure. The dildo was still buried in Susan's pussy. Beads of sweat fell from Carol's belly to mingle with the sticky pool of cunt juice on the sheet.
Carol lifted her head from Susan's chest.
"We'd better get up and get dressed. Mom and Dad will be coming home soon."
Susan just sighed. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile formed on her lips.
Carol raised herself from the body of her sister and in doing so took the dildo with her. Susan groaned in disappointment as the dildo left her cunt.
Carol looked at the body draped across her bed. Well, she thought, her sister didn't have to worry about saving her virginity for her husband. In fact, with the way she had acted today, Carol doubted that Susan would go very much longer without getting a real live cock jammed up her pussy. For the time being, though, it looked like both of them were in for some wild times. She smiled as Susan started to move around on the bed. She planted a kiss on Susan's pussy, letting her tongue reach out to tickle the clitoris. It tasted delicious and Susan responded by spreading her legs further apart to accommodate her sister's inquisitive tongue.
Carol stood up and laughed.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now you'd better get up. Mom and Dad will be home any minute and I don't think they'd be too happy about finding you like that."
Susan finally rolled off the bed and stood up. A trickle of cum rolled down her thigh and she giggled at the feel of it. She looked down at the messed-up bed.
"We made quite a mess, huh?" She was still a bit out of breath.
Carol smiled at her.
"I'll take care of it. You'd better get cleaned up and dressed."
Susan picked up her clothes and walked up to her older sister. They stood naked before each other, their fine young bodies glistening with perspiration, flushed with excitement from their recent encounter. There was a hickey on Susan's breast where Carol had bitten her.
"I love you, Carol."
Susan put her arms around Carol and kissed her full on the lips. She turned and walked towards the door.
Carol watched as the nude body of her sister moved into the hall. She felt a twinge in her cunt at the sight of Susan's bouncing ass-cheeks disappearing from view.
God, that had been great, Carol thought as she took the sheet off the bed. She had had sex with some girlfriends before, but it hadn't been nearly as good. She was sure that she and Susan would have plenty of opportunities for sex, and she was equally sure that they would be as fantastic as today was. She held the sheet in her hand and looked at the cum it contained. She hesitated for a long moment, wondering to herself whether what she felt like doing was perverted or not. Nothing, she decided, was perverted if it felt good and didn't bother anyone else. She licked a drop of cunt juice off the sheet. She grinned. It tasted good.
CHAPTER TWO
Carol had just left the high school and was on her way over to the junior high to meet her sister. After yesterday afternoon's adventure, she figured it was time that she and her sister started hanging around together more often. Crossing the school courtyard, she noticed a group of boys from her class clustered against the building. They were pointing in her direction, laughing lewdly. One of them called to her, rubbing his crotch, but she ignored him and continued walking. Why did they have to be so cruel? she thought. If a boy fucks around he's a big stud but if a girl does she's just a whore to be used and then made fun of. It didn't seem fair. She loved having sex, and if they couldn't understand that then she would use them as much as they used her, but on her own terms. "Hey, Carol!"
Carol turned to the car that was pulling up beside her. It stopped and she peered inside. Behind the wheel sat Phil Stevens. She was surprised.
"Hi. Want a ride?" He opened the door on the passenger's side of the sleek GTO.
Carol jumped in and closed the door.
"Do you feel like riding around for a while?"
"Sure," she answered, and then remembered she was supposed to meet her sister. Oh, well, there would be plenty of other times for that. She sat back in the seat as Phil pulled the car away from the curb and merged into the traffic on the street. Carol turned to watch the driver as he skillfully handled the quickly accelerating vehicle. She thought to herself how good-looking he was. She had seen him at the Stevens home a few times when she had gone over there with Paul, but he had never given her a second glance. She had decided that he being a senior and having a car and all, there wasn't much chance of him being interested in a girl as young as she. Maybe she was wrong.
"I haven't seen you around for a while. Don't you see much of Paul any more?"
"We still see each other occasionally," she replied, "but we're not really going out." Actually, she had been over to his house just last week. She had sex with Paul often when they were sure they would have the house to themselves.
"You're too pretty to be without a steady boyfriend."
She blushed.
"Are you asking me out?" she whispered.
He didn't hear her. "Huh?"
"Nothing."
Carol stared at Phil, noticing that he resembled Paul, only in an older, handsomer, more mature way. She couldn't help but picture him naked, wondering about the lump in the crotch of his pants. She thought of Paul.
Paul had taken her virginity over a year ago, opening her young, impressionable mind to the pleasures of sex. In the heat of adolescent lust she had given herself to him completely. After the initial fuck, they set about learning everything they could about sex. With the help of Carol's books, they experimented. All sorts of positions, anal sex, oral sex. Once she started, Carol never wanted to stop. She loved sex more than anything else in the world. Their relationship deteriorated emotionally, leaving sex as their only bond.
This didn't bother Carol and Paul wasn't about to complain, a fuck or blow-job always available. After they broke up, Carol had taken on a long string of boyfriends, but she continued to service Paul whenever he asked. She had even had a couple of lesbian affairs with some girls at school. All in all, she was doing what she loved, and doing it well.
Phil was smiling as he maneuvered the car off the road and headed toward the local "Lovers' Lane". It was just an old dirt road that stopped abruptly in a thicket of trees, but the kids in town had been using it for a romantic rendezvous spot for years. Phil had been up here more times than he could remember, not always scoring but usually finding some manner of sexual release. It was amazing to him how many girls there were who wouldn't take his "thing" inside them, but were willing to play with him until he ejaculated in their hands. There were even those who would suck him off, carefully removing their mouths from his cock at the moment of orgasm. Funny. Why would they swallow his cock but not his cum? He glanced over at Carol. She looked really cute, and after his brother had told him how hot she was in bed, he had decided to give her a try. He hoped his brother hadn't been exaggerating.
Phil steered the car between a couple of trees and turned the engine off. He turned to Carol and put his arm around her shoulders. Well, she thought amusedly, he wasn't much for formalities. But she responded to his touch by snuggling against his chest. Encouraged by her response, Phil lifted her head in his hands.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked almost timidly.
Carol answered by putting her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to her own. As her soft lips, parted, Phil stuck his tongue inside her mouth. She touched his tongue lightly with her teeth and licked the saliva, off it.
They were both breathing heavily now as their mouths clung together hungrily. His tongue swirled around her mouth, exploring the wet, soft flesh within. Phil moved his hand from around her back and slid it inside her blouse. He reached upward until he found her braless breast. Carol moaned as his hand squeezed the flesh. One of his fingers ran little circles around her erect nipple, while the rest gently caressed her bulging tit. She pushed her chest hard against his rotating hand and lifted her blouse to facilitate his actions.
Carol kissed his cheek wetly as he removed his mouth from hers. He leaned over and lifted one breast to his mouth. He bit into the flesh lightly and ran his tongue over the nipple. Carol sat back as his tongue washed over her tit. His mouth sucked in as much of her ample tit as it could and held it there as his tongue licked over the pink flesh. His other hand was now yanking at her other breast and she cradled his head to her chest. She watched excitedly as half her tit disappeared into his mouth.
Carol reached down Phil's back and grabbed onto his muscular ass. She shoved her hand through the waistband of his pants and undershorts and ran her finger along his hairy crack. Phil gave her breast one last kiss and sat back in the seat. Carol removed her hand and watched excitedly as he unbuckled his belt. Her face was flushed as he pulled his pants down over his shoes. He lifted himself in the seat and slowly pulled his underpants down, revealing his genitals to her for the first time.
Carol stared at the huge cock in front of her, gigantic in erection. God, it was big. It was much longer than her dildo and thicker. It seemed to be twice as big as his brother's. His balls were hidden by his thighs but Carol couldn't wait to get them in her hands and mouth.
"How about a blow-job?" he asked.
Carol was only too willing to comply. She reached over and grabbed the base of his cock in her left hand. She bent her head down until her lips were only inches from the tiny piss-hole. Pre-cum had leaked out onto the head and Carol licked the liquid from his cock. She looked up at Phil.
"Mmmm. It tastes delicious."
Phil just smiled down at her and pushed his cock against her cheek. She started to lick around the head of his prick. His cock seemed to pulsate with a life of its own. She ran her tongue up and down his swollen rod, making it glisten with her saliva. The veins on his cock stood out as her mouth moved over them with horny abandon. Carol had the entire head in her mouth now and inserted her tongue into the slit at the top. More juice oozed into her mouth and down her young throat. She swallowed hungrily, then took her mouth from his cock. Phil let out a sigh of disappointment but Carol hurried to reassure him it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
"Why don't you lie down and I'll sit between your legs?" she said.
Phil lifted one leg over her head and rested his back against the door. There wasn't much room in the car but Carol managed to get between his long legs. She now had a full view of his genitals and saw how big his sperm-laden balls were. They hung between his legs like a couple of lemons in a pouch.
She dropped her head into his lap again but this time only kissed his cock in passing. She grabbed his swollen sac in her hands and held his balls tightly against her mouth. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky, manly odor of his body. His balls seemed so hot, and Carol quickly sought to cool the flames with her moist lips and tongue. She moved her tongue rapidly back and forth across the skin of his scrotum, the hairy sac tickling her cheeks and nose. She filled her mouth with saliva and took first one ball and then the other inside. Carol could feel Phil's hands pressing her head tightly against his crotch as she tried in vain to take both his balls in her hungry mouth.
"I'm going to come soon! Suck my cock, baby!"
Carol reluctantly let his balls slip from her mouth. She gave them each one last lick and moved her mouth up along his long, straining shaft.
"Suck it good! Ohh, I'm going to come right in that pretty mouth of yours! Ohhhh .. . suck it now!!"
Phil's obscene murmuring only heightened Carol's own excitement. His whole body seemed to be shaking in anticipation and his cock bobbed frantically in the air, waiting to be enveloped by her warm, wet oral orifice.
Carol opened her mouth wide over the head of his cock. She fastened her lips around the knob and slid almost the full length of his cock deep into her throat. Cupping his balls in one hand and holding the base into her throat. Cupping his balls in one hand and holding the base of his shaft with the other, she began to move her head up and down his hot prick. Her mouth clung to the pulsating cock as she swallowed it, then released it until only the head remained inside her. Her head bobbed up and down as her lustful face seemed to beg for the semen she knew was building in his sac. Little gobs of saliva were forming at the base of his prick as her mouth moved at a furious pace on his straining cock.
"Ohhh . .. almost. .. don't stop ..."
Carol was moaning herself. She wanted her mouth to be filled to overflowing with his hot cum. She wanted to drain his cock of every drop of semen.
"I'm coming! Suck it, cunt.. . SUCK IT!!"
She felt his cock swell inside her mouth and knew that the cum was on its way from his balls. She squeezed his testicles tightly in her hand and swallowed his giant cock, forcing the head deep into her throat. It started to jerk wildly.
"I'm coming . .. I'm . . . OHHHHH!!"
The burning cum shot out of the head of Phil's cock. He shoved his hips off the car seat and the spurting semen bounced off the roof of Carol's mouth with unbelievable force. Carol swallowed what seemed like quarts of the sticky fluid but still it gushed out of his cock. Her mouth was filled, and little trickles of semen ran out of the corners, dribbling across her chin. Finally, his cock stopped jerking. Carol let it stay in her mouth and soak in its juice, her mouth filled to bursting with cock and cum. She didn't move at all, relishing the flavor inside her mouth. She loved the taste of semen and Phil's was no exception. She swallowed the small droplets of cum that continued dripping from his cock. She loved the way it slid down her throat and the warmth it brought to her stomach. His shrinking cock slid from her lips reluctantly.
Phil opened his eyes to gaze at the young face still between his legs. He watched in astonishment as Carol wiped up the cum that had fallen from the corners of her mouth during his orgasm. She wiped the stringy gobs of cum up with her fingers and then shoved the fingers into her mouth to be licked clean, smiling the whole time. Phil was amazed. Most girls wouldn't blow you, let alone let you come in their mouths, but here was Carol eagerly licking up ever bit of semen she could find and loving it. He would have to get more of this little nymph. Boy, his brother hadn't been wrong about her at all.
Carol squeezed the rapidly shrinking cock one last time. The last bit of semen seeped out of the slit and she licked it up.
"How does it taste?"
Carol looked up in surprise. She had almost forgotten that there was a body attached to this gorgeous cock. She licked her lips lewdly.
"Just great. Did you enjoy it?"
"It was fantastic. You really give a good blow-job."
"That's only because your cock is so nice."
Carol turned her attention to his cock once more. She kissed the head lovingly. She smiled and lifted her head from his crotch. She gave his balls one last playful squeeze and removed her hands from his body. Phil lifted his leg back over her and sat up. She watched as he put on his clothes and for the first time realized her own pants were soaking wet. She had almost come just from sucking him off. She wanted to kiss him but knew from experience that boys didn't like to be kissed by girls after a blow-job.
It was getting pretty late as Phil started up the car and backed out of the parking spot. Carol reached into her handbag and got out some gum. Her parents would probably be home and she didn't want to kiss them tasting like cum. She giggled at the thought. It would be pretty funny, though. She offered Phil a piece of gum.
"Yeah, thanks. Where do you live, anyway?"
She told him but advised him to drop her off around the corner from her house. Both her parents should be home from work and they didn't think she was old enough to go riding with boys in cars.
Phil stopped at the corner by her house. Carol got out and walked around to the driver's side and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Thanks for the ride." She hoped he would want to see her again and she wasn't disappointed.
"Say . .. uh, if both your parents work, why don't you cut school tomorrow and I'll come over for the day?"
"That sounds great, Phil. I'll see you tomorrow."
Carol walked to the corner, turned around to wave, then disappeared down the street. Phil watched her buttocks bounce inside her pants and smiled to himself. We'll find out what's inside them tomorrow, he thought happily, and drove off.
CHAPTER THREE
"Carol.. . you'll be late for school."
Carol rolled over in bed at the sound of her mother's voice. She would have liked to answer that she wasn't going, but that would have started a fight that she wasn't in the mood for. Besides, she had a great day planned. No sense starting it off on a sour note.
"I'll be right down."
Susan was dressed and finishing her breakfast when Carol walked into the kitchen. Her parents were leaving for work.
"Goodbye, Susan." Mrs. Morgan kissed her younger daughter on the forehead. She turned to Carol. "You'd better hurry and get dressed, honey."
Carol accepted her mother's kiss on her cheek and watched her walk out the door. She knew her father was waiting in the car and she rarely got up early enough to see him in the morning. Carol felt her sister staring at her.
"Morning, Sis."
Susan didn't answer.
She walked over to where her sister was sitting at the table and put her arm around Susan's shoulder.
"What's the matter?"
"Why didn't you meet me after school like you were supposed to?" Susan asked.
So that was it, Carol realized. Susan had seemed cool to her all last night, but they hadn't had a chance to talk alone. She could see that her sister was hurt.
"I took a ride with one of the boys from school."
"Why didn't you come and pick me up?"
Carol laughed. It would've been a little too crowded in Phil's car. She decided to tell her sister about what they did.
"We went parking and I... " She hesitated. "I gave him a blow-job."
Susan turned to look up at her older sister for the first time. Her face was flushed, her eyes open wide.
"A WHAT!!"
"A blow-job. You know, sucking on his cock."
Susan was surprised. She had never imagined that her sister was so promiscuous. She had thought that the episode between them the other afternoon had been one of Carol's first experiences also. Apparently she had been wrong. She had heard about oral sex but had never guessed his sister would actually be doing it. She wondered.
"Did he have a . . . an . . . org ..."
"Orgasm? Sure, he came right in my mouth."
Susan found herself staring at her sister's lips, wondering what they would look like covered with cum. They would look wicked, dirty, obscene, and yet, exciting. She was in awe of her sister's sexual prowess. She put her arms around Carol's waist and hugged her tightly.
"We'd better get going."
"Why don't you stay home with me today?" Carol asked. "Why?"
"That guy I was with yesterday is coming over. Why don't you cut school and join us? Besides, he won't be here for a while and I'm sure you and I can think of something to do while we're waiting."
Carol bent over and put her mouth against her sister's ear. Her tongue snaked out and licked the inside gently.
"What do you say, Sis?"
Susan gasped as Carol's tongue explored her ear. She knew that something was wrong with what they had done, something forbidden in their actions, but the pleasure had been almost unbearably exciting. She knew she would enter deeper into the world of sex, and it seemed as if her sister was going to be her guide. Susan wasn't going to complain about that. She got up from the table and started walking up the stairs. Carol smiled and followed.
* * *
Phil strolled up to the doorway and rang the bell. He hoped that Carol's parents had already left for work...it might be a little hard to explain his presence at this time of morning.
No one answered, so he rang the doorbell again. Shit, he thought, I hope she didn't forget. That's all I need, taking a day off from school for nothing. Where the hell is she?
He pushed the bell for the third time.
* * *
Carol lay between the firm, young thighs of her sister. Her arms were wrapped around the ass-cheeks that seconds ago were humping a foot off the bed in orgasm. Now, her sister lay complacently while Carol licked her cunt dry.
Susan's brown pubic hair tickled her nose as her tongue licked up and down the lips of her cunt. Susan had come just minutes after Carol's mouth had touched the slit between her legs. The doorbell rang.
That would be Phil, Carol thought, and not a moment too soon. Her own pussy had begun to warm up when Susan collapsed in orgasm. It needed to be stuffed, and Phil's cock was just the thing to do it with. Carol jumped off the bed. Susan looked unconscious, but opened her eyes when her sister kissed her on the lips.
"Phil's here. Make sure you wait awhile before you come down."
Susan nodded weakly. Carol kissed her once more, then started to gather her clothes together.
The bell chimed again.
Carol started to yell down, but realized he wouldn't be able to hear her anyway. What was she getting dressed for? They both knew he was coming over so they could fuck. She threw down her clothes and walked naked down the stairs. Eating her sister had been foreplay enough for her, and her pussy was moist and ready to be screwed. She doubted that Phil would mind her appearance.
She was almost to the door when the bell rang again. He must be awfully hot himself, she thought happily.
Phil watched the door open slowly and a naked arm wave him inside. He turned as Carol closed the door behind him. She stood before him completely naked and Phil stared hard at the beautiful blond bush that he was seeing for the first time. God, this chick was horny as hell. He looked her up and down, taking in the well-proportioned body offered to her. He grabbed her to him and kissed her, running his tongue deep inside her mouth. It tasted strange, almost like a pussy, but he continued to explore the soft flesh of her mouth with his tongue.
Carol pressed her nude body into Phil as they kissed. His hands ran down her back and grasped her ass-cheeks tightly, causing her to sigh at the touch. Her erect nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, reaching for the feel of his naked flesh.
Carol reached down and started undoing Phil's pants. He lifted his shirt over his head as his pants fell to the floor in a heap. His cock was standing straight out, barely restrained by his jockey shorts. Carol put her hands around the waistband and yanked his shorts down his body. She fell to her knees in front of him. He lifted each foot in turn as she swiftly removed his pants, shoes and socks.
He was now as naked as the young girl before him, and his giant erection partially blocked his view as she bent low to kiss his feet. Carol ran her tongue between his toes, planting light kisses on his foot as she did so. Her searching mouth licked and sucked a crisscross pattern up his hairy calves and thighs.
Phil spread his legs as Carol's head moved between his thighs and up into his crotch. She bit into his soft flesh as her hands cupped his ass-cheeks. His balls dangled invitingly in front of her upturned face. She licked her lips obscenely, then closed her mouth over one of the testicles. The flesh-covered ball bounced around in her mouth as she swirled her tongue all around it. Her mouth filled with saliva as she sucked on his scrotum. She released the one ball but quickly caught the other in her hungry mouth, his cock banging against her forehead as she moved. She grabbed his cock with one hand and slowly pulled back and forth on the rock-hard shaft. She let his soaked balls fall from her mouth and rose to her feet.
She kissed Phil lightly on the cheek and smiled. She walked to the couch, leading Phil by the cock she still held tightly in her hand. She lay down and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink inner lips of her pussy. Phil moved on top of her and she guided his cock to her cunt, holding it against the opening. Her pussy was soaked and Phil entered easily, sliding in a few inches without effort. She took her hand away.
"Fuck me, Phil. .. fuck me, now!"
Carol gasped as Phil shoved his long, full cock into her cunt in one quick thrust.
"OHHH .. . GOD! It's so big! Don't move . .. hold it there . .. ohhhh . . . mmmmm ..."
Phil just let his cock rest in her cunt as she got used to the size. The pain Carol had felt with that first thrust was slowly being enveloped by warm feelings of pleasure. His cock had hit the end of her vagina and the pain had been intense. Her cunt was not used to being so completely filled--none of the boys her own age had a cock near the size of Phil's.
Phil watched as Carol's face turned from an expression of painful acceptance to one of lustful anticipation. It was his cue to start fucking in earnest. He slid his cock out until only the head remained. Carol reached behind him and grabbed onto his ass, pulling him into her as he started downward.
Carol felt like her cunt was going to be split apart. His big cock rammed back and forth inside her. Her hungry cuntlips took in his length and seemed to beg for more. In and out his cock slid. His sperm-laden balls banged against her asshole and his pubic hair entangled with her own on every downward thrust.
"Oh . . . shove your cock into me . . . harder ... harder!"
They bounced together on the couch. Carol's naked ass rubbed across the fabric as she struggled to keep the jerking hardness inside her. His plunging cock slid easily through her cuntlips, slimy with pussy-juice.
Phil held Carol tightly to his chest. They were breathing with difficulty, each gasping in their private world of pleasure. The pace of their fucking increased and Carol scratched her nails over Phil's ass.
Carol's legs were thrown high in the air, her feet weaving little circles in rhythm to Phil's humping. The pink walls of her cunt clung to his thrusting cock, oozing their love-juice to keep her orifice moist and slippery.
Carol grabbed his ass-cheeks hard and pulled them apart. She shoved a finger deep into his asshole.
Phil jumped at the intrusion and the head of his cock rammed again into the wall of her abdomen. He took one of her breasts in his mouth and bit into the succulent flesh. His cock quivered as Carol's cunt seemed to pulsate around it. Her lust-contorted face tightened with each thrust of his red-hot poker. Carol rose nearly to orgasm as Phil continued to pump away with his swollen cock.
"OHH . . . screw me . . . come inside me ... "
Phil was rapidly approaching orgasm. He banged furiously at her cunt, trying to split her apart with his gigantic tool. He felt the first rushes of cum deep inside his balls. He was ready.
"I'm coming . .. fuck ... I'm COMINGGGG!!" he shouted.
"Fuck me, Phil. .. FUCK ME!!"
Phil plunged his cock far into Carol's hole. She felt it start to jerk and then explode inside her, triggering her own orgasm. Her cuntlips clung to his cock as the cum gushed out of the head in a hot, powerful torrent, mingling with her own juices. Cum spurted all over her insides as his quivering cock jerked and jerked repeatedly, filling her box with red-hot sperm. It leaked out the bottom of her hole and trickled warmly across the cheeks of her ass.
Finally, his cock stopped its twitching and lay still inside her. Phil rested his head on Carol's chest and let his cock soak in her cunt. Carol ran her fingers through his hair and tried to get her breath back.
Through his orgasmic haze, Phil heard an upstairs door slam and footsteps on the stairs. He jumped to his feet. His cock plopped out of Carol's cunt, and the cum still leaking from his cock left a trail across her thighs.
"There . .. there's . .. someone here," he stammered, still weak from his recent orgasm.
Carol didn't move from the couch.
Phil looked nervously toward the hallway, standing naked, his cock glistening with cum. He stared, amazed, at the naked girl who walked into the living room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan decided she had waited long enough and got up from the bed. She stood before the mirror evaluating the body reflected in it. God, she wished her tits would grow. She spread her legs and stared at the red gash between them. Her pubic hair did little to hide the lips of her young cunt. Susan hoped Phil would want to fuck her as much as she wanted to be fucked. She wondered what he would look like naked. She walked out of her room, shutting the door behind her. After the session with the dildo yesterday, Susan was looking forward to the feel of a real cock.
She walked down the stairs and turned the corner into the living room. Susan stopped short at the sight in front of her. Her sister lay on the couch, naked and perspiring, her eyes closed, a half-smile on her face. Standing before her, not ten feet away from Susan, was Phil. She gasped at the sight of his giant, half-hard cock. Little droplets of semen from his recent orgasm continued forming at the end of his cock, dripping now and then to the floor. Susan couldn't take her eyes off him.
Phil's expression of fear vanished from his face. He couldn't help but notice the lust that filled the new girl's face as she stared at his genitals. He had been scared shitless that one of Carol's parents had come home, and now it looked like he had found a new plaything. He smiled at the thought and his cock twitched excitedly.
The two of them stood motionless, Susan's eyes never leaving Phil's cock as he appraised the girl in front of him. She looked terribly young, and he wondered if her sparsely haired cunt would be able to accommodate his full-grown cock. It would be interesting to find out.. .
"Hi, Susan." They both turned to see Carol swing her legs in front of her and sit up on the couch.
"Phil, this is my sister, Susan. Doesn't she have a cute little body?"
Phil had taken in Susan's youthful figure and could offer no arguments.
"And doesn't Phil have a nice cock, Susan?"
Phil looked down as Carol grabbed hold of his cock and started to jerk it up and down. It grew to full erection under her manipulations, and Carol leaned forward and kissed it. A drop of semen clung to her lips when she leaned back. She gazed deep into Susan's eyes as her tongue lewdly licked the drop from her mouth and she swallowed it.
"Come here, Sis."
Phil watched Carol's face as Susan walked over to the couch. She sat down next to Carol and the two girls were below him, their faces level with his genitals. Carol put an arm around Susan's shoulder and hugged her lovingly. It was more a sexual embrace than sisterly affection, and suddenly it dawned on Phil. Now he knew why Carol's mouth had tasted of pussy when he had kissed her. She must have been eating her sister before he had come over. It also explained why it had taken Carol so long to answer the door. Sucking off her own sister! That was really unbelievable! He stared at the girls in amazement. He gazed at Carol's mouth, then Susan's crotch, and wondered how the two would look together. If Carol ate cunt the way she sucked cock, Susan would have trouble staying on the bed. Phil was in awe of Carol. In awe and a little afraid.
Carol reached out and grabbed his cock again.
"Go ahead, Susan. Feel it."
Susan's fingers gently circled his cock. She touched him almost shyly, holding his hard-on firmly, yet afraid to squeeze too hard. Carol held the base of his cock and let Susan explore.
Phil was in no mood to argue. Susan stared at the bulbous head mere inches from her face. She touched the soft flesh, surprised at its smoothness. She spread the skin at the top, forcing open the piss-hole. She bent forward hesitantly, surprised at her own boldness: She stuck her tongue into the opening, wetting the skin. Phil took in a deep breath when she tongued him, and she was happy that it excited him.
Carol took her hand from Phil's cock and sat back on the couch. It looked like Susan wasn't going to need any help from her. She looked up at Phil and smiled, proud of her pretty young sister. He didn't notice--his eyes were riveted to the young face at his crotch.
Susan lifted Phil's cock. She held it straight up in the air and started running her tongue up and down its full length. She closed her mouth around his sperm-tube, sliding her mouth along it as if she were playing a harmonica. She was breathing heavily, and the hot air rushing across his cock inflamed Phil's passions. He pushed her head down between his legs.
Susan felt the pressure on her head and relaxed, letting it guide her. She felt his cock banging against her forehead and found his balls dangling in front of her face. She took one in each hand and rubbed them through the sac. She bounced them together, then drew them apart. She licked his scrotum as she played with the balls themselves. Her tongue teasingly played with his sac, licking his balls when they passed.
She took one ball in her mouth, closing her lips tightly around his flesh. She filled her mouth with saliva, sucking on the nut as if she were gargling, her tongue flicking around it all the while. She pressed his other ball against her cheek, loving the way the hot flesh felt rubbing her skin, savoring the rich, male aroma coming from his crotch.
Susan ran her free hand up and down the insides of Phil's thighs as she released the one ball and quickly caught the other in her mouth. She swirled it around inside her mouth, trying to suck the ball right out of its covering. Finally, she let both balls dangle between his legs, lapping at them like a dog.
Susan lifted her face from his crotch and Phil's cock stood straight out, quivering an inch from her glistening lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed three-quarters of his cock in one gulp, the head banging into the back of her throat. She closed her lips around his prick and let it rest in the warmth of her oral cavity. His pubic hair tickled her nose and she giggled, causing his cock to twitch and deposit drops of pre-cum into her throat. It was like liquid fire dripping down her throat, and she gagged involuntarily. She took her mouth from his cock and coughed. Phil was disappointed. He would have enjoyed filling the young girl's mouth with semen.
Susan cleared her throat with a soft cough.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't expect it."
"Why don't you lie down, Susan?" It was Carol. Phil had almost forgotten she was there. Carol moved down to the end of the couch. "Don't you want to fuck? Come on, Susan!"
Phil watched as Susan obeyed her sister and lay down on the couch. She was on her back with her head resting on Carol's thigh. It was a pretty strange sight, and Phil had to wonder just what he was getting into. It was mighty strange for one sister to serve as a headrest while the other got fucked. He was even considering getting the hell out of there until Susan slowly spread her legs, exposing her small, red cunt. His cock throbbed, begging to enter the hole so willingly presented to it. What have I got to lose? he decided, and knelt down between Susan's legs.
"Be gentle," Carol admonished as he lay on top of Susan. He gazed into Susan's anticipating eyes. There was no plea for gentleness there, just a lustful expectancy. Gentle my ass, he thought.
Phil forced Susan's legs further apart, until they were almost at right angles to her body. Her cunt gaped open wetly in this obscene position, well lubricated from her excitement at sucking him, moist in anticipation of this, her first real fuck. He held the head of his cock at the opening to her cunt, rubbing it around to get it slippery. He positioned himself above her, taking his hand away. He shot his hips downward with all the strength he could muster and his entire cock buried itself within her, banging her insides harshly.
"OHHHH ... MY GOD . . . OHHhhhhh!!" Susan screamed as he filled her cunt. She hadn't expected the pain to be this great, and she struggled to force him off her. His weight was too much for her, and her motions only served to force his cock more tightly inside her.
"Take it out. .. PLEASE! It's too BIGGG!!"
Carol cradled her sister's head in her arms. "It'll be alright. It only hurts for a few seconds."
Tears were falling from Susan's eyes as Carol talked to her. Already the sharp pain had disappeared, leaving only a dull throbbing. Susan felt like his cock was in her up to her stomach. She stopped struggling and lay still.
"See? It's stopped hurting, hasn't it?" Carol asked.
Susan nodded. It was true. Her almost-virgin cunt was getting used to the size of his cock, and a warm, sexual feeling started enveloping her body.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Susan nodded again.
Phil was beginning to feel like an intruder. The girls were talking as if he weren't there. He decided to let them know that he was. He took Carol's hands from Susan's head and replaced them with his own. He kissed Susan on the mouth, inserting his tongue between her lips.
"Are you ready?" he whispered.
Susan reached down his back and grabbed his ass.
"Yes," she answered.
Phil lifted his hips and pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside Susan's pussy. He thrust downward again until he was buried inside her once more. Susan moaned softly as his pole slipped in and out of her. The pain was a distant memory for her now, and she felt only the hot feelings of pleasure in her loins. She pushed her hips up to meet every thrust of Phil's rock-hard cock as he established a rhythm to his strokes. Pussy-juice flowed from her cunt and the lips of her pussy clutched his cock like a glove. Susan's cunt was the tightest Phil had ever fucked, and he knew his cock was filling every inch of her.
Susan held onto his muscular ass, squeezing it harshly. It contracted in her hands each time he pushed into her. The burning friction of his cock rubbing the walls of her cunt was quickly bringing her to sexual ecstasy. She brought her legs around his hips and crossed them behind him.
Carol was becoming terribly excited at the sight of her sister and Phil fucking only inches from her. Susan's long, dark hair flowed across her thighs, tingling the skin with its soft touch. As the frenzied tempo of Phil's and Susan's fucking increased, Carol could no longer control herself.
She reached down, grabbed a handful of Susan's hair and shoved her hand between her own legs. The feel of her fingers, with her sister's silky hair encircling them as she played with her pussy was fantastic. She leaned toward the thrashing couple and placed her other hand on Susan's breast. Susan looked up into her eyes, smiling. Carol bent over and brought Susan's small tit to her hungry mouth. Phil was slightly annoyed, but was way too excited to complain about Carol's actions. He simply bent his head to Susan's other tit and took all of it inside his mouth.
Susan brought her hands up from Phil's buttocks and put one around each head at her chest. She was in heaven. Phil continued plunging his cock deep inside her, faster and faster, while he and Carol sucked her breasts together: Phil, hard, biting, breaking the flesh around her nipple; Carol, soft, sucking, licking, nibbling. Susan was going crazy with pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, exciting her lovers to suck even more wildly on her tits.
Carol reached between the two bodies and grabbed the base of Phil's cock. He jumped into Susan's cunt wildly at the touch of Carol's fingers. He was close to the point of orgasm, and that brought him even closer. He started pumping as hard as he could, moaning, breathing hot breath on Susan's naked tit.
Carol jammed her own fingers furiously into her cunt, the juice making her fingers and Susan's hair sticky. She bent over farther and moved her other hand from Phil's cock to her sister's ass. It was wet with perspiration. She slid her finger into Susan's asshole as far as she could. The dam broke . . .
"OHHHH!!" Susan screamed, and clutched the heads to her chest.
"UHHH...I'm COMINGGGG!!" Phil yelled, and exploded inside Susan. Great streams of cum filled her small cunt and flowed down her ass-cheeks.
Carol felt the sticky cum on her fingers and shoved her other hand deep inside her own cunt. She bit Susan's breast as she came.
The room echoed with the sounds of three people coming. Moans, screams, gasps of pleasure filled the air as they came together. They clung tightly to each other, a mass of flesh.
Finally, Phil collapsed on Susan, spent, exhausted. Carol closed her eyes and rested, her mouth fixed on her sister's breast, her finger still embedded in Susan's asshole. Susan didn't move, though her body trembled in orgasm. She had just had the most exciting experience of her young life. She was still breathing hard when she fell asleep, a big smile on her face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Miss Barbara Browning sat at her desk, surveying the classroom. Her students were busy working on the test and her mind wandered . . .
Miss Browning was single, old enough to border on being a spinster, and lonely. She was certainly pretty enough to be married but she never had and never would. She was afraid of men, of their power, their force. Physically, they bothered her terribly and she avoided male company as much as possible. When she first came to the school to teach, some of the male teachers had come on to her, but they were quickly cooled by her cold, hard, professional attitude and had left her alone since. There were quiet whispers about her in the teachers' lounge, but Barbara paid them no mind. She did not like men and she didn't care if they liked her or not. That was one of the reasons she had become a teacher. Office work meant constant contact with too many men. As a teacher, she worked with young boys and girls. She could handle boys, they were no threat to her. And she could handle girls. In fact, she loved to handle girls. Miss Browning was a lesbian.
Miss Browning had been led into the delights of lesbian love many years ago by an older woman and had never changed. When the woman had left her, she had no ideas on how to build new relationships. Finally, after years of abstinence, her hunger for soft, womanly flesh drove her to seduce some of her pupils. A few of her seductions had blossomed happily until the girls left for college, but twice the girls had confessed to their parents and Barbara was quickly forced out of town. She had done nothing yet at this school, and she was getting desperate for sex. But how to go about it?
Carol looked longingly at the clock on the wall. Ten-to-three. Wednesday afternoon. Another ten minutes and she would be through with school for the day. Thank God. She was meeting Phil after school and just couldn't wait. She felt a presence at her side and turned toward it.
"Have you finished the test, Carol?" It was Miss Browning, her math teacher. "Yes, ma'am."
"I'd like to see you after class for a few minutes."
"Yes, ma'am."
Carol watched as Miss Browning continued up the aisle to her desk. Shit. What did she want? She hoped that it wouldn't take long--she didn't want to miss Phil. She glanced at the clock again. Eight more minutes. She sighed softly.
The bell rang loudly.
"All right, class," Miss Browning said. "Please leave your papers on my desk as you leave. I'll see you tomorrow."
The teacher acknowledged the goodbyes from the departing students unconsciously. She had something else on her mind and she stared at Carol, waiting for the room to empty. Finally, everyone was gone. Miss Browning got up from her desk, walking to the side of the room and shut the door. It locked automatically. She was thankful for the painting that blacked out the tiny window. She walked nervously back to the desk and sat down. She felt terrible about what she was soon to do, but she had to do it. She just had to.
"Carol, come up here, please."
Carol got up and started walking to the front of the room. The teacher watched her braless breasts jiggle as she moved and caught her breath. God, she was so pretty. She looked at Carol's full, sensuous mouth and thought of Monday afternoon . . .
* * *
Miss Browning had driven home directly from school, as usual. Alone, as usual. Angel, her pet poodle, greeted her at the door. She hugged her and got the leash off a hook by the door as Angel jumped playfully about her. Angel was Miss Browning's only real friend and she always took her for a walk when she came home from school. Actually, friendship wasn't the only reason. Miss Browning lived in a remote, wooded area of the town and, by chance, the young people had made a Lovers' Lane out of a dirt road not far from her house. She and Angel always made a habit of walking by it and they often surprised young couples in varying degrees of undress and sex-play. It excited her to no end to come upon an almost nude couple fucking or playing with each other in the back seat of a car. She tried to be quiet but they often seemed to hear her, covering themselves, then driving away hastily. Nonetheless, she had more than enough memories of couples too engrossed in each other to notice they were being watched. Then came Monday afternoon . . .
Broad daylight! Rarely did Miss Browning see more than light petting during the day so she wasn't expecting much when she came upon the GTO hidden by some trees. She stopped short at the sight of a man's head, its back toward her. He seemed to be engrossed by something in the front seat with him. Miss Browning moved closer to the driver's side, determined to find out what. She caught a glimpse of hair, blond hair, falling between the young man's outstretched, unclothed legs. She moved to within three feet of the car and stopped. Breathing softly, fearful of making even the slightest noise, she stood motionless, amazed at the sight before her.
The young man reclined on the front seat of the car, wearing only a shirt, no pants or underpants. In the bright sunlight, a blond girl knelt between his legs. Miss Browning craned her neck to see and started abruptly. CAROL! Carol Morgan! She was shocked. Her eyes blinked as she focused them on the interior of the car. She still couldn't believe it. Here was one of her best students, a very quiet girl in class, sucking savagely on some boy's gigantic cock. Carol's pretty face seemed swollen as she shoved her head up and down, swallowing up his mammoth rod. Her lips clung to the taut skin of his cock obscenely as it moved in and out of her voracious mouth.
Miss Browning felt a twitch in her own loins as she watched her pupil perform her sexual task with glee. She reached down her skirt, slipping her hand inside the elastic of her panties. She ran her fingers lightly over her cuntlips, already moist from the excitement of what she was watching, seemingly unaware that she was out in the open, playing with herself in the middle of the afternoon.
Miss Browning couldn't take her eyes away from Carol's ovaled lips. She inserted a finger up her vagina, rolling her hips in time to her digital movements. Carol continued plunging the cock down her young throat, and her teacher was getting hotter by the second. Suddenly, she heard a car coming up behind her. Carol and the boy didn't even notice. She pulled her hand out of her skirt and backed away silently from the GTO, Angel in tow and the image of Carol's lustful face etched in her mind ...
* * *
Carol stood next to the desk and Miss Browning turned to face her.
"Carol, what did you do after school on Monday?"
Carol had a lapse of memory.
"I don't remember."
"Well, I... I really don't know how to tell you this," Miss Browning said, "but I saw you and some boy in a car up by the hill."
Carol's face turned bright red and she cast her eyes downward. Oh, my God! she thought.
"Wh-What are you going to ... to do?" She was really scared.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell your parents. I do have a responsibility to them."
"No! You can't! They'd kill me. Oh, Miss Browning, please don't!" Carol pleaded, her face flushed, her eyes close to tears.
"What else can I do?" Miss Browning whispered, and lowered her eyes to the floor.
"Please!" Carol wailed. "You can't! I'll do anything, just don't tell them. I'll never do it again. PLEASE!"
Carol felt weak all over. What the hell could she do? Her father would beat her half to death if he ever found out the things she had done, and her mother would finish the job. Why did Miss Browning have to see her and Phil the other day? Goddamn it!
Miss Browning's face was flushed. She felt bad about what she was doing, but she couldn't stop now. She wanted the young girl badly.
"Maybe, there is a . . . no, forget it."
"What? WHAT?" Carol asked excitedly, raising her head hopefully.
"Carol..." Carol waited anxiously as her teacher paused. "Did you ever wonder why I never married?"
"Sometimes I guess, I mean, you're pretty and nice and all, but..."
"Well, the reason is I don't like men."
Carol was puzzled. She searched Miss Browning's face for a clue to what she was getting at. Miss Browning raised her eyes to stare intently at Carol.
Carol felt a chill.
"You know you're very pretty, Carol." She didn't answer.
"I don't have to tell anyone," she whispered softly, still a bit unsure of herself.
Miss Browning's eyes wandered lustfully over Carol's body, and the girl felt as if she were being undressed. Finally, the realization hit her as to what her teacher was after. Jesus Christ! She couldn't believe it. Miss Browning. Her math teacher! No, she told herself, she wouldn't do it. God, she must be thirty-five years old. She wished she could crawl into a hole. She wanted desperately to just run out of the room.
"I'm sorry. I can't do what you want."
Miss Browning was disappointed but slightly relieved. She really didn't want to force the girl into anything, but she needed sex, and from what she had seen, Carol seemed to enjoy sex immensely.
"Well, Carol, I guess there's not much more to be said." She turned to glance over some papers on her desk.
Carol watched her hopelessly. She didn't know what to do. If Miss Browning had seduced her it might have been nice, even enjoyable, but this was so cold, so ... it was blackmail. It made Carol mad to think that her teacher was blackmailing her into having sex. Unfortunately, she had no choice. If her parents found out about her blowing Phil, she would be killed. There was nothing she could do. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
"What do you want me to do, Miss Browning?" The teacher turned to look at her and smiled nervously. She wished things could have been different but she hadn't thought of any other way to approach her. She couldn't afford to get kicked out of another school. If she had known what Carol had just been thinking about being seduced, she would have kicked herself. This way, impersonal and cold as it was, she had insurance against being exposed.
"Take off your clothes," she finally answered. Carol sighed resignedly, and self-consciously lifted her blouse over her head, exposing her full breasts. Miss Browning sucked in her breath at the sight of her cherry-tipped tits. They were luscious, the milky flesh standing firm and proud in the air.
Carol felt her teacher's lecherous eyes devouring her and hurried to finish the task of undressing. The sound of her zipper being pulled open echoed off the walls of the empty room obscenely and she let her pants drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and her sandals, her tits swaying as she moved, tantalizing the older woman. She gripped the elastic of her pink panties, then hesitated momentarily. This was her last vestige of decency and she clung to it for a brief moment, possibly hoping Miss Browning would tell her to stop. She didn't.
Carol yanked her panties to the floor, bending to pull them from her feet. She dropped them on a nearby desk, then stood in front of her teacher naked, painfully aware of her vulnerability. Her hands rested awkwardly on her hips.
Miss Browning's eyes opened wide as she looked up and down Carol's nude body. She was beautiful. Her long, blond hair framed her pretty face, falling softly down her back and across her shoulders. Her large breasts quivered invitingly. Carol's slim waist flared into womanly hips, then down into well-proportioned thighs guarding her cunt. Miss Browning stared deeply between the young girl's legs. Short, curly, blond hairs covered the mound, the pink lips of her cunt visible beneath. The teacher had trouble stopping herself from jumping Carol and burying her face into her crotch then and there, but she wanted to take it slow and savor the moment. Her eyes surveyed the naked body, ogling every inch of the gorgeous sex object.
Miss Browning was in complete control of the situation now. Carol kept her eyes focused on the floor as her teacher moved some things off her desk and into some drawers.
"Carol, lay down on the desk."
Carol moved as if in a trance. She rested her hips on the edge of the desk and leaned backward until her head touched the hard surface, her face inches from where her teacher was sitting, her eyes closed.
Her soft breasts rolled as she got settled on the desk. Her legs were bent, her feet on the desk for balance and her pussy was spread wide open, completely exposed. Miss Browning's attention was elsewhere. She bent over and nibbled gently on Carol's ear, her searching hands lightly caressing the girl's soft, smooth skin.
"You're beautiful, so beautiful," she whispered huskily into Carol's ear, trying to put the young girl more at ease. And it did. Carol felt like the breath, hot on her ear, was traveling straight down to her loins. She was trying not to be aroused but Miss Browning was hardly through with her. In fact, she had just begun. She knew how to please a woman.
The older woman's tongue snaked inside Carol's ear and around the lobe, soft, moist, reassuring. She planted gentle kisses on her neck and cheeks, wetting the flesh. She took Carol's face in her hands and turned it toward her. There was little resistance and Carol half opened her eyes to stare at her.
"You are so pretty, Carol. Let me please you. Let me make love to you," she implored, and Carol couldn't help but notice the tenderness in her voice.
Miss Browning pressed her mouth to Carol's. She kissed her deeply, her tongue caressing the soft insides of Carol's lips. Carol accepted the kiss but did not reciprocate. She was having trouble controlling her mounting excitement. Her body was responding to the older woman's gentle love-play against her will. Her mind told her it was wrong but her body fought for control. She was being blackmailed into it. God, she was getting aroused, though. She loved sex so much.
Barbara Browning lifted her lips from Carol's with a quiet, smacking sound. She leaned back and reached behind her head, removing the clip that held her hair in a tight bun. Long tresses of dark-brown hair fell down her back and across her chest. She shook her head from side to side, letting the hair fly wildly, and quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, her eyes never leaving Carol's face.
Carol's chest heaved in anticipation as she viewed her teacher anew. She was really quite pretty, and with her hair hanging down, her beauty was only accented. Her light-blue eyes were glazed with lust as she stared at Carol hungrily. Neither said a word but Carol gave up fighting her body's desires. She wanted to have this woman make passionate love to her, there was no denying that, she just wished they could have gone about it in a different way. She was too horny now to really worry about it. Her face took on a sexual glow and she reached across her teacher's shoulders, drawing her gently down to her.
That was all the encouragement Miss Browning needed, and she was happy to have received it. She bent her head swiftly to Carol's left breast, lifting it to meet her open mouth. She caught the pink nipple in her teeth, biting it lightly. Carol caught her breath. Her teacher swallowed half her breast, letting the soft globe fill her warm mouth. Her tongue ran soft little circles around the nipple, her lips sucking on the smooth flesh. She caressed the boob, feeding it into her voracious mouth. Sucking, licking, nibbling. Carol had her hand on Miss Browning's head, running her fingers through the silky hair as she pressed it down to her chest.
Miss Browning let the breast fall from her mouth, then squeezed it back in again, sucking wildly all the while. Loud slurping noises filled the room as the breast moved in and out of the warm oral cavity. She leaned over and paid similar homage to Carol's right breast, sucking and licking as if she could never get enough. She couldn't. She was in ecstasy. It had been so long since she had her face buried between a girl's tits. She loved the feel of the flesh against her skin, the taste of the flesh in her mouth. Carol was moaning now and Miss Browning decided it was time to get really into it. She rose from the chair reluctantly, planting one last, loving kiss on each of the girl's heaving breasts.
Carol looked at her disappointedly but she needn't have worried.
Miss Browning walked to the end of the desk and positioned herself between Carol's legs. The teacher's body trembled with anticipation as she stared at the fully exposed cunt before her. She sighed happily and fell to her knees, her eyes glazed. She licked her lips wickedly, moistening them with saliva.
She grabbed Carol's firm thighs and placed her mouth on the inside of the girl's leg. She kissed the skin softly, letting her tongue stick out to lick the flesh sensuously. She ran her tongue over Carol's thighs, licking the smooth surfaces with abandon. She licked, kissed and nibbled both of her womanly thighs, carefully avoiding her pussy, teasing her. She was teasing herself also, anticipating the moment when she would first taste this lovely cunt. Carol was going out of her mind with desire, praying for Miss Browning to suck her flaming pussy.
"Please eat me . . . suck my cunt. . . ohhh!" she wailed, her words laden with lust.
Miss Browning smiled to herself. She wanted the young girl to receive as much pleasure as she got from eating her. Her cries were music to her ears. Finally, she brought her mouth to rest on the thick lips of Carol's cunt, her hands stroking the girl's blond pubic hair, her fingers extended, running through the strands. Carol groaned and thrust her hips up to meet the woman's mouth, forcing her pussy against Miss Browning's mouth and nose.
Barbara Browning was in heaven, buried between the legs of the beautiful, blond girl. She pressed her lips on Carol's cunt, her nostrils flaring as she savored the pungent odor filling the air. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell! It had been such a long time since she had tasted a pussy, she wanted the pleasure to last for a long time. Carol, meanwhile, was going crazy with anticipation.
"Eat me . . . God! Suck it . . . SUCK MY PUSSY!" Her body trembled as she spoke.
Slowly, very slowly, Miss Browning opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out from her lips. She lightly licked the lips of Carol's box, already wet from excitement, and swallowed the juice she gathered, reveling in the taste. Carol's pubic hairs tickled her nose as she moved her mouth up and down the full length of the slit, licking and planting soft, wet kisses on the warm hole.
Carol squirmed on the desk, rolling her hips in unison to the older woman's oral activity. Miss Browning pushed her tongue up into the damp, dark furrow, bringing the musky juice to her mouth and consuming it happily. She fucked Carol with her tongue for a few minutes, then moved her head downward, licking the flesh between the girl's cunt and asshole. She didn't stop there.
Carol felt Miss Browning's head duck lower and her wet mouth planted on her asshole. She jumped, surprised at the intrusion. She moved her hips down, assuming the woman's mouth had slipped, but Miss Browning moved lower still.
"What are you doing?" Carol gasped, struggling for breath in her aroused state.
Miss Browning suddenly realized that the girl had never had her asshole licked, and the thought excited her all the more. Now, she would have a chance to teach the young girl something new and exciting. She lifted her head from Carol's crotch, her face with saliva and pussy-juice.
"Just relax, honey," she whispered. "Just lay back and enjoy it. Trust me, Carol." Her voice was low, sexy. She licked her lips and dropped her head back to Carol's genitals, leaving no room for argument.
Carol relaxed a little. It wasn't that she was afraid or anything, it just seemed dirty to her. It was one thing to put a finger up inside an ass, but a tongue was different. Carol had to wonder how it tasted. Obviously, Miss Browning had done it before, and she was doing it now with great relish. Carol wasn't going to let her apprehension deny her the possibility of discovering a new facet of lovemaking. She rested comfortably on the desk and let Miss Browning pay oral homage to her asshole.
The teacher spread Carol's ass-checks apart with her fingers, exposing the dark hole. She pushed her tongue into the opening, licking the puckered skin.
Carol, relaxed now, let the tongue explore her virgin asshole. She was surprised at how good it felt as the warm, wet tongue caressed her flesh ever so lightly. She was becoming greatly excited as the strangeness began to wear off. She felt the tongue violate her anal opening, slipping inside her.
"Ummmm ... it feels ... so good ..." she moaned.
Miss Browning was thrilled to hear Carol say that, and it egged her on to please her. The young girl was proving to be quite pliant in the ways of sex. She grasped Carol's cheeks firmly, stretching them apart, making the hole easily accessible. She forced her tongue inside, extending it a full two inches, loving the heavy taste it brought to her mouth. She pushed her tongue in and out, fucking Carol's ass with her tongue, straining to get it inside her as deeply as possible. Gobs of saliva rolled down her chin and little bits of brown formed at the corners of her mouth and on her tongue as it moved furiously in Carol's rectum.
"Mmmmm..." Miss Browning moaned into Carol's asshole, her hot breath increasing her pupil's building sexual fires. Her own cunt seeped with lubrication as she worked to pleasure Carol.
"Miss Browning?"
Barbara lifted her head from Carol's ass a bit reluctantly. She licked her mouth, removing the tiny bits of shit, saliva and sweat that had gathered there. The taste was not unpleasant. She kissed Carol's pussy lightly.
"Yes, Carol?"
"I ... I want to eat you, too." She was breathing heavily, her voice husky, sexy.
"Ohh, baby," Miss Browning whispered, "are you sure?" It was more than she had hoped for. Damn, would she love to have her pussy covering that pretty face!
"Yes. Please?"
Barbara rose unsteadily to her feet and stood facing Carol. She undid the final buttons on her blouse and slid it from her shoulders, dropping it on a desk. She unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it, placing it on the desk also.
Carol watched the older woman undress, her eyes open wide. Without really thinking, her hand moved down her body and she fondled herself gently, her gaze never leaving her teacher, who stood before her wearing only a bra and panties. She was delightfully surprised at how firm and voluptuous Miss Browning's body was. She would never have guessed this to be the case, judging from the old-fashioned clothes her teacher always wore to class.
Miss Browning unhooked her bra and removed it, releasing her large breasts. They bounced free but stood up fairly straight. The dark nipples were the size of silver dollars, the tips erect, enticing. Carol had never seen nipples this large before and she was intrigued. Her eyes wandered over the near-nude body. The waist slim, the hips nicely rounded, the thighs long, full. Carol twitched in anticipation as her teacher grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them off. She gazed deeply into the dark-haired crotch, exposed to her for the first time. She always became terribly aroused just looking at genitals she had never seen before, and Miss Browning's were no exception. The dark hair covering her mons was thick and long and the red lips of her cunt hung invitingly beneath. Carol moved back on the desk until she was fully extended.
Miss Browning came around the side of the desk and brought her face near Carol's.
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet," she said, and placed her lips on those of the girl.
This time Carol held her tightly, slipping her tongue into' Barbara's open mouth, licking the insides. They clung together hungrily, each savoring the taste of the other. Miss Browning finally broke the embrace.
Neither spoke a word as Barbara crawled onto the desk, putting a knee on each side of Carol's head. Slowly, she lowered her body to the girl's waiting mouth.
Carol was thrilled as Miss Browning's cunt fell toward her face. The fleshy mounds of her buttocks barely concealed the dark asshole, and the red gash of her cunt split wide open, wet, throbbing. Carol reached up and caught Barbara's hips as they descended. She ran her tongue quickly over the lips of Miss Browning's pussy, swallowing the juices as the woman settled back comfortably on her haunches.
Carol's tongue felt fantastic and Barbara just rocked back and forth gently, basking in the pleasure she was receiving. She reached down and grabbed Carol's tits, squeezing them together, loving the feel of the soft flesh rolling through her fingers. She played with the girl's tits for a long time, the tongue still gliding along her cunt.
Finally, Miss Browning bent forward, bring her face to Carol's genitals. Her chin rested on the girl's silky pubic hair as she spread the lips of her cunt. She located Carol's clitoris immediately and pressed her mouth to the little love button. She started to suck on it, covering it with her lips and swirling her tongue in circles around it. A muffled groan came from between her thighs, indicating Carol's enjoyment at the sucking of her clit. She sucked harder still.
Miss Browning's cunt pushed down heavily on her face as Carol licked fiercely, swallowing the juices that flowed like honey down her throat. Her nose was forced against Barbara's asshole and she breathed through it, inhaling the heavy, rich odor. Her hands held the teacher's ass-cheeks, firmly spreading the pliant flesh. She pulled the body, slightly upward, freeing her mouth from the pressure. She hesitated, uncertain.
Carol moved her head down slowly, licking the flesh between the two holes. The smell of Miss Browning's asshole excited her and the puckered skin looked soft. She kissed her teacher's asshole tentatively and licked her lips, tasting the moist, sweaty, human quality. Miss Browning moaned loudly at the feel of the tongue on her asshole, and Carol held back no longer. She thrust her tongue into the dark hole, licking the warm, puckered flesh. The taste was strong, heavy, musky but sexually arousing.
The two women sucked each other with abandon. Carol's tongue darted in and out of Miss Browning's asshole as she gleefully performed her new-found sexual delight. Barbara, in turn, wildly sucked and licked the girl's clitoris. She was thrilled that Carol had taken so easily to the idea of sucking her asshole, a particularly erogenous zone for her. This was quite a girl, and so young. Her earlier thoughts of guilt at her actions were completely forgotten in the heat of the moment. Anyway, Carol was enjoying their little sexual escapade at least as much as Barbara. She lifted her head.
"Suck my pussy, Carol," she directed. "Eat me."
Carol was in no hurry to do as she was asked. She was surprised that her teacher's asshole had tasted so good, amazed at her own stimulation while tonguing it. Reluctantly, she withdrew her mouth from the orifice, taking her tongue from its tight covering. Miss Browning's buttocks bounced across her face as the older woman moved her cunt onto Carol's waiting mouth. Carol covered the pussy with her hungry lips, pushing her tongue deep inside. She guessed that her teacher was approaching orgasm, she knew she was, and she gobbled the sloppy pussy with great vigor.
Miss Browning felt the girl's mouth move delightfully from her ass to her cunt, and hurried to bring the girl to orgasm with her. Her pretty face was soaked with saliva and pussy-juice, here and there a curly blond hair sticking to her cheeks and lips. She pushed a finger into Carol's asshole, feeling the girl jump at the intrusion, her movement forcing the digit deeply inside her. Barbara ran her tongue furiously over Carol's cunt, breathing heavily, the hot air inflaming the girl's genitals.
Carol's body trembled as her excitement rushed to the brink of orgasm.
"I'm coming," she cried into Miss Browning's pussy, her voice barely audible. "Mmmm . . . lick me . . . suck me ... "
Miss Browning's body shook as her orgasm began. Wave after wave of sexual shock flowed through her body and her cunt overflowed, filling Carol's mouth with hot, sticky cum. Carol swallowed again and again, savoring the fluid, loving the taste that marked the culmination of her act. The juice flowed straight into Carol's mouth as she slurped noisily. Her own orgasm began.
"Ohhhh . . . mmmm ..." she groaned, still lapping her teacher's box. She dug her fingernails into Miss Browning's ass-cheeks, breaking the skin as she climaxed.
Carol's cunt constricted as it spewed forth its juice. Miss Browning let the juice flow from the orifice, lapping it up as it came into view, loving the tart, womanly taste filling her mouth.
The two women bucked on the desk, never losing their grips on each other's buttocks. Soft moans of pleasure mingled with loud slurping noises to fill the room as they licked each other, swallowing rapidly to keep up with the flow of love-juice.
Carol kept her teacher's pussy pressed down on her mouth as her own orgasm slowed. She moved her tongue lazily across the red, throbbing flesh like a cat, licking it clean, loving the taste that filled her mouth and the sex smell that permeated the air. Her pussy quivered in exquisite pleasure at the tongue bath Miss Browning was administering.
Finally, they rested, fully extended, their bodies limp. Their cunts were licked dry, the extract of each other's orgasms having been consumed by the other. They lay exhausted, satisfied.
Miss Browning was the first to stir. She lifted her pussy from Carol's sticky mouth, a string of cum sticking to both women. Carol watched through half-closed eyes at the juice dripping lewdly above her. She retrieved it with her tongue and swallowed it happily. Barbara flipped over and lay side by side with Carol, their faces level. She stared deeply into Carol's hazy eyes.
"Carol? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to force you into that. I... I just needed you so much," she whispered.
Carol surveyed her teacher's face. She almost laughed but restrained herself. Miss Browning's pretty face was covered with sweat and cunt-juice, curly blond hairs scattered all over. Her lips glistened with moisture. Carol had to assume she looked the same, and she licked her lips, smiling.
"I didn't want to be forced into it either, but I'm glad I was." Carol grinned wickedly.
They clung to each other, hugging happily, their breasts mashing together sensually, their bodies joined, each lost in her private thoughts.
Miss Browning held the young girl in her arms, tenderly massaging the flesh of her back. She felt so fulfilled, so satisfied. Carol was so sexy and exciting. The young girl had just given her one of the most gratifying sexual experiences of her life. She kissed Carol gently on the ear.
Carol glanced at the clock on the wall. Three-forty-five. She was sure Phil had given up waiting for her and left. This had been quite an afternoon, and she was glad she had gone through with it. She had even learned a new form of sexual pleasure and had thoroughly enjoyed it, once she got over her original misgivings. Nonetheless, she was a bit apprehensive. Sex with kids her own age was one thing, but Miss Browning was thirty-five and her teacher. She wondered whether anyone would notice anything different between them in class, whether she, herself, would feel comfortable. Could they continue their teacher-student roles? Would they, should they, have sex again? It had been very exciting. Miss Browning had a nice body and face and she was such a gentle, loving sex partner. Carol wasn't sure of anything but she felt complacent in the woman's aims. What should they do? What did she want to do? She held her teacher tightly. She giggled.
Miss Browning looked at her questioningly.
"I was just thinking about this being a weird place to make love," Carol said.
Barbara grinned.
"It isn't the most romantic place you could imagine, is it?"
They both laughed softly. Miss Browning cleared her throat.
"Carol ... it was fantastic making love to you, but I'll never make demands on you again. I'm sorry I did today, but someday I'll explain why to you. Everything will be the same in class but if you want to see me personally, we'll make plans to meet at my house. I hope you'll want to sometime. You know, you really are so beautiful."
Carol smiled and they kissed tenderly, exchanging the tastes of each other's pussies still lingering in their mouths.
CHAPTER SIX
Susan listened intently to her teacher's lengthy discourse on American history. It wasn't that she was particularly interested in what he was saying, she just loved the deep, rich tone of his voice, so low, so masculine. Susan often closed her eyes while he spoke, imagining that they were alone, that his words were meant only for her.
Mr. Turner moved easily across the front of the room, pausing now and then to write something on the board. He walked fully erect, gracefully, confidently. He was tall, over six feet, slim, in his late twenties, and he had an ardent admirer, one Susan Morgan.
Susan had had a crush on Mr. Turner since the first day she walked into his class. He was so good-looking, so appealing, so mature. She considered him the most handsome man she had ever seen, barring movie stars, and she found herself daydreaming about him quite a lot. Dreams of them going places together, doing things together, of him loving her the way she loved him. Just childish, fourteen-year-old dreams, but fun all the same.
She felt twinges in her loins at times when he looked at her with his bright-blue eyes, but until a few days ago, Susan had no idea what they were. She knew now. Carol and Phil had given her a crash course in sex education and she had passed with flying colors. It had been great, the sex with her sister and Phil, but it had been almost all physical. She wanted more now. She wanted to pleasure the man she adored, the man she loved in her own immature way.
She was too young to know what real love was, but her infatuation was real enough for her. She had caught Mr. Turner sneaking glances up the short skirts some of the girls wore to class and she was jealous, but excited to know he could be interested in such young girls, girls barely past puberty. She knew that she could please him, and wanted to, desperately.
Susan got up extra early this morning, in anticipation of a big day, and spent hours preparing herself. She washed her hair thoroughly, carefully combing it out in a long, hopefully sexy, hairdo, mostly straight, slight curls framing her face. She even shampooed her pubic hair, sparse though it was. Looking herself over in the mirror, she cursed her small breasts and scarcity of pubic hair but there was nothing she could do about it. She would have to have patience and let nature take its course, she had plenty of years of development left. Her thighs were some consolation, long and shapely, and Susan ran her hands over the smooth skin, enjoying the touch.
Sitting at her vanity, Susan went to work on her face. Her parents disliked her wearing any make-up, so there was little she could do. She applied a natural, slightly pink blush to her cheeks, highlighting her prominent cheekbones. She thickened her eyelashes, making her eyes seem brighter, and when she smiled, happier. Susan decided against lipstick and eye shadow, but powdered her skin, giving it a healthy glow. Satisfied, she got up to dress.
Susan spent almost an hour deciding on a wardrobe, mixing and matching, deciding, then changing her mind. Finally, she dressed. A black silk pair of panties and black push-up bra under a tight, denim miniskirt and blue cotton top, cut low to accent her built-up cleavage. She stepped into a pair of sandals and stood before a mirror, surveying the results. A pull here, a yank there and even Susan, in all modesty, had to admit she looked dynamite. I hope Mr. Turner appreciates all this, she thought.
Susan sat in the third seat, second row from the door in class. Mr. Turner had looked up when she walked in and she felt his eyes follow her to her seat. He was gazing in her direction now and she decided to tease him.
Unnoticed by her classmates, Susan sat back in her seat and slowly spread her legs apart. Her short skirt rose high on her hips and her teacher found himself staring directly between her full, white thighs to her silk-covered pubic mound. His face turned slightly red and he stuttered, coughing to mask his surprise. He looked up to Susan's face and was startled to find her smiling slyly at him, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
Mr. Turner turned away and concentrated on the blackboard, pausing, unable to think about what he was writing. He couldn't believe it. With the clothes young girls wore nowadays, he often found himself looking at a pair of panties or a young breast, unconsciously exposed, but Susan had seemed to do it purposely. And she only smiled at him when he caught her in the act. Damn, she just smiled.
The bell rang, jolting the teacher from his thoughts. He was visibly disturbed.
"O.K., time for lunch," he said. "Don't forget the test on Friday."
He spoke mechanically, his thoughts still jumbled as the students rushed towards the door, all except one. He pretended not to notice and sat at his desk, glancing over some papers.
Susan slid from her chair and gathered her books together. The room was empty now, except for her and Mr. Turner, and her sandals slid noisily across the floor as she made her way up the aisle. She turned toward the door, but a book slipped from her arms, crashing loudly on the tile floor. Her teacher turned at the sound.
Very, very slowly, Susan bent to retrieve the fallen object. She bent from the waist, her skirt pulling up right over her black underpants, and she looked back between her legs. Mr. Turner's eyes were opened wide as they bore into her straining buttocks, his face a mask of disbelief. She stayed stretched like that for a long, tantalizing moment, then grabbed the book and raised herself.
She placed her books on a nearby table and turned to face her teacher. Susan stared deeply into Mr. Turner's eyes, sensing the hesitation, the fear, but also, a gleam of excitement. She felt strangely confident, surprising herself. She knew what she wanted to do but hadn't been sure if she could really go through with it. Now, she was in complete control and loving it. She felt so mature, she felt like a woman.
"Enjoy the view?" she asked, a slight smile forming on her lips.
"Wh-what?" Mr. Turner blanched, taken aback by Susan's boldness.
"Did you enjoy the view?"
"Susan, I... I don't know what you're talking about." He was blushing fiercely.
Susan backed up to the door, shut it and locked it behind her back. She was really enjoying the feeling of power she had over this older man, knowing that he wanted her but too afraid to say or do anything.
Susan leaned back against the locked door and grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it ever so slowly, only tempting him with her young, lithe body. The skirt came to rest on her slim belly and Susan bent backward, lifting her ass-cheeks off the door.
"This view," she declared, and posed in front of him.
Mr. Turner didn't move. He watched intently as Susan raised her skirt, ogling her firm thighs, then the black lace-covered mound of her cunt. Though he tried, he just couldn't take his eyes from the young body so brazenly displayed for him. What the hell was going on? He really didn't know what to do. Here was a fourteen-year-old nymph openly exposing herself to him. Christ, she was almost young enough to be his daughter. Yet, he couldn't deny the fire building in his crotch. She was very pretty and his cock began to push against his pants, straining to be released.
Susan dropped her skirt and walked over to the desk. Mr. Turner averted his eyes as she moved, afraid of himself, afraid of what he might do.
Susan stood next to the desk, her lust-filled eyes on her teacher. Her gaze fell to his crotch and she couldn't help but notice the massive bulge there. It inflamed her desire greatly, to know that she had excited him so, and it gave her added confidence. She knew he wanted her, at least physically, and for the moment, that was enough for her. "Mr. Turner?"
He raised his head to look at her.
"I love you," she whispered, staring into his eyes for his reaction to this statement. She couldn't tell what he was thinking about. He looked disoriented.
Mr. Turner didn't say a word, but his hands were shaking nervously. He had often wondered how he would handle something like this, never arriving at a proper decision. Up until today, he never had to worry about it. Maybe, if she were ugly, he could just tell her to go away, just maintain a professional teacher-student attitude, but Susan was very pretty, very enticing. His body begged him to take the young girl, but his mind cautioned him that it was wrong. He was thoroughly confused. Thankfully, Susan decided to give him little choice in the matter.
Susan bent her head to his, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"Ohhhh ... Mr. Turner," she purred softly into his ear, and kissed him again.
Susan took her teacher's head in her hands and tilted it toward her. Looking him straight in the eye, visibly offering herself to him, she brought her lips to his. She forced his lips apart and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, licking his teeth and gums sensually.
Mr. Turner felt his defenses wane as the young girl's small tongue explored his mouth. He could resist no longer, tasting Susan's warm saliva as her tongue continued to probe his oral cavity, loving the fresh, sweet breath she expelled inside him. He ovaled his lips and bit her tongue lightly, sucking on her extended organ. He forced his own tongue into Susan's mouth and they kissed harshly, their tongues side by side, breathing heavily with passion. Susan withdrew her tongue and brought it back to swirl around her teacher's.
Susan began to stroke Mr. Turner's well-developed chest as they continued to kiss. She unbuttoned his shirt, moving her hand inside, and ran her fingers across his hairy body. His hair was short but dark and thick, growing right down to his stomach. Susan loved the soft feel of his hair as it flowed through her fingers. It was so masculine, so exciting. She grabbed the hard muscles of his chest, squeezing the taut flesh, lightly fingering his nipples. Her hand moved down his body, rubbing across the ripples of muscle on his stomach, and came to rest near his belt, pinching the flesh there.
Mr. Turner was warming up rapidly to the young girl's advances. He kissed her sweet mouth with relish, swallowing her saliva in great gulps and loving every minute of it. He reached up, no longer apprehensive, and grasped one of Susan's small breasts through her blouse and bra. He fondled it roughly and was glad to feel the nipple harden through the material, happy to feel Susan press her tit to his hand.
Susan allowed her teacher to play with her tit for a few minutes, excited by the touch of his strong hand. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him. Not that it didn't feel good, it was just that she wanted to please him first. He looked at her inquisitively.
She stood up straight and looked at his face, which was full of disappointment. She smiled.
"Just sit back," she directed. "I want to make love to you."
She pushed him gently, but firmly, back in the seat, leaving no room for argument. She knelt between his legs, forcing them wide apart to make space for her body. His shirt fell open, exposing his chest and belly and Susan licked her lips to moisten them. She leaned forward and kissed his chest wetly, the hair tickling her nose. She giggled at the contact. She located his nipples with her mouth and brought them to erection under her teasing tongue, sucking them happily when they extended. She licked a path downward through the hair, leaving a trail of moisture on his body. She nipped the skin of his stomach and licked his navel sensuously, finally grabbing his hard-on through his pants. He let out a long, hot breath as her fingers caressed his hard cock through the cloth.
Lifting her mouth from his body, Susan leaned back on her haunches and began to remove his pants. Mr. Turner watched, fascinated, as she deftly unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and pulled his zipper down. Her mouth hung open obscenely as she worked, her eyes wide. She took the elastic of his underpants in her hands and hesitated, wanting to savor the moment, teasing both of them. Finally, she yanked them down, freeing his rock-hard cock. It sprung into the air and quivered, mere inches from Susan's face. She grabbed the long, slim cock in both hands, trembling with excitement.
Moaning quietly, she brought the meat to her face, rubbing the smooth, hot flesh across her cheek. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, just letting the flaming organ lay on her skin, warming it. She snaked her tongue out and licked the bulbous head of his rod. A drop of pre-cum stuck to her tongue and she brought it back to her mouth, swallowing it happily, consuming the sour-tasting love-fluid.
Susan lapped all around the head of his dong noisily, bouncing it back and forth with her oral pressure. She curled her lips around the shaft and moved her head slowly, up and down his cock, nibbling the succulent flesh. She squeezed the bottom of his prick and moved her hand upward along the sperm duct. More pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock and she eagerly devoured the sticky liquid.
Kissing his cock gently, Susan sat back and gripped the top of her teacher's pants. He moved his legs inward and lifted his hips off the chair as she jerked his clothing downward. She brought them to the floor and left them there, moving inside their stretched length, kneeling on the floor and left them there, moving inside their stretched length, kneeling on the floor again between his thighs. She stopped and enjoyed the view.
Mr. Turner's large balls hung loosely in the sac, swollen and filled with sperm, waiting to flood the young girl's mouth with their produce. Here and there, dark hairs grew on his scrotum, flowing into the mat of hair covering his asshole. His throbbing cock waved in the air, looking immense from this angle, fully exposed for the first time to Susan's bright eyes. The muscles of his thighs hung limp as he sat, and she moved her hands over the soft, hairy flesh, pinching and squeezing his legs. She glided her hands all over his body, carefully avoiding his genitals. She fingered his pubic patch, rubbed his belly and chest, smiling the whole time she caressed him, her view fixed on his crotch. Finally, she let her wandering fingers fall to his genital area, grabbing his testicles tightly. She bent her head forward and caught his cockhead with her wanton mouth. She filled her cheeks with saliva, then slid her head down, swallowing most of his cock, bringing it to the entrance of her throat.
"Ohhh . .. God ..." her teacher moaned as his cock disappeared into the warm, wet oral receptacle. "Ohhh . .. Susan, it feels so good."
Susan let the prick rest in her mouth for a few minutes, running her tongue along the shaft. Her hands massaged his balls tenderly as the rod pickled in her saliva, making the fluid sour, tangy. She swallowed heavily, then began to move her head up and down his slippery, well-lubricated cock. She brought her puckered lips to the tip of his cock, never losing contact, then slid downward until she was stuffed again. Moving her hands rapidly as she rolled his hot rocks, now and then brushing his hairy asshole, she continued gobbling his cock with great vigor.
Mr. Turner moaned loudly as he watched Susan's pretty face intently, marveling at the sexual prowess she was displaying. This fourteen-year-old was giving him one of the best blow-jobs of his life, wet, sloppy, exciting beyond belief. Her ovaled lips clung hungrily to his shaft as she moved up and down. He loved the way her pink cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and bloated out as she consumed his cock again. Gobs of saliva were forming at the base of his pole and in his pubic hair. Hot breaths blew across his abdomen as she slurped him noisily, her nostrils flared, her eyes half-closed.
"Ummm . . . damn . . . suck me, baby," he groaned, feeling the heat build in his loins.
His words egged Susan on to greater effort. She was sucking his cock for all she was worth, up and down, in and out, faster and faster. Her head became a blur, her lips burning from the friction. She was moaning deep in her throat, sounding like some wild animal. Her jaws began to ache from their prolonged extension, but it was a pleasure-pain, almost masochistic, and Susan paid it little mind. She wanted him to come, to fill her mouth.
"I'm coming soon, Susan. Suck me . . . let me come in your mouth."
She slid his cock easily through her soaked lips, as fast as she could move. He reached down and grabbed her head, entangling his fingers in her long hair, guiding her. He thrust his hips up to meet her mouth, fucking her face viciously, using her mouth as a ready and willing receptacle for his throbbing shaft. His cock jerked inside her and Susan knew he was about to come. She drew his rod into her mouth and waited for the explosion, squeezing his balls tightly. She moved one hand down and clutched his ass, forcing a finger up the puckered hole. That did it.
"OHHH ... I'm coming ... I'M COMINGGGG!" Mr. Turner screamed, and squeezed her head to his groin. His whole body shook wildly.
Susan sucked mightily as he ejaculated. The cum spurted out of his cock, spewing against the walls of the young girl's mouth. She swallowed quickly, in large gulps, afraid letting it build in her mouth would surely choke her. Giant gobs of hot, sticky jism cascaded down her throat, thrilling her as she devoured the culmination of her act. Again and again, his pole jerked, each time pouring more burning semen into her voracious mouth.
Her stomach filled with the fluid, her throat sticky as it flowed, and still it came. Little streams of cum trailed out of the corners of her mouth, dripping across her cheeks and down her chin. It was the excess of his love-juice, coming too fast for her to swallow. The constrictions of his cock slowed, then gradually ceased, but he remained rigid within her, cum still dripping out of the hole. Susan lapped it up eagerly, happy to be giving so much pleasure to her teacher. His cock grew sensitive at the tip, tingling from his recent orgasm, and he squirmed in his seat as Susan licked the cum from it.
Finally, his cock stopped spewing semen and began shrinking. He let his hands fall from her head and come to rest at his sides. His cock slipped from Susan's slimy lips with a loud plop, dropping to his pubic mound. She let her face follow, resting it on his abdomen. She gasped for breath, her excitement at a fever pitch as she snuggled to his crotch. God, she thought, that had been great, even better than she imagined it would be. Her cunt was soaked, pulsating in excitement. Her mouth was hot and sticky, tasting of sperm. She felt great.
Susan raised her head from his genitals. She wiped the cum from her cheeks and chin with the back of her hand, breathing heavily, huskily. She looked up at Mr. Turner. His eyes were closed, his body completely limp, His chest heaved as he took short, quick breaths. Susan kissed his stomach, making a loud smacking sound, bringing him out of his stupor..
He opened his eyes to look at Susan. She was staring at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips wet with cum, her hair matted with sweat. God, she looked wild, wanton, unbelievably sexy. Her eyes silently pleaded with him. He did not intend to disappoint her.
"Sit on the desk, Susan," he directed.
Susan stood up and kissed Mr. Turner's cheek wetly. She fell backward, planting her bottom on the desk, balancing herself with her extended arms.
Smiling lewdly, her teacher leaned forward, resting his hands on Susan's full, smooth thighs. He swept his hands up the soft flesh of her legs and grasped the sides of her black panties. The young girl raised her hips happily as he pulled them off, dropping the pants on the floor. He pushed her legs apart, forcing her skirt up over her hips, and stared at the cunt before him, letting out a soft, quiet gasp of excitement. A small mat of dark pubic hair grew on the mound, sparsely and short, and the red lips of her small, young pussy glistened with juice.
Mr. Turner grabbed an ass-cheek in each hand, squeezing the pliant flesh, and dropped his head into Susan's lap. He kissed her mound gently, then, ran his tongue up and down the lips, lapping up and swallowing the dew eagerly. She tasted so fresh, clean, virginal.
He went to work with a passion, knowing that Susan was close to coming just from blowing him. He didn't figure she would want him to take it slow, and he moved his mouth along her slit rapidly, flicking his tongue over the succulent flesh. Susan was moaning with pleasure, and the more he licked, the more there was to lick. He spread her cunt with his fingers, burying his tongue far inside her. She humped her ass off the desk, trying to draw him in further and further, enveloping his searching tongue with her hot cunt. In and out he pushed, fucking her with his mouth. "Ohhhh .. . lick me . . . eat me!" Susan cried, clutching his head harshly and ramming it into her cunt. She fingered his sideburns and watched the handsome face she loved, pressed tightly to her pubes, his nose immersed in her pubic hair. Just the thrill of looking at him between her legs was bringing her close to orgasm.
"Ohhh . .. I'm coming . . . suck me ... " she moaned, watching him intently, living her fantasies.
Mr. Turner heard the girl's pleas and hurried to please her. His tongue moved in and out of the slimy hole with abandon, slurping up the fluid it created. He ran a finger down the crack of the girl's ass, located the tight, puckered asshole, and shoved the finger inside, stretching the taut skin. That was it.
Susan's whole body trembled violently, her small breasts shaking on her chest as she reached her climax. Her cunt spasmed as wave after wave of pussy-juice flowed into her teacher's hungry mouth. Her box pulsated as it spewed forth its liquid. Mr. Turner lapped it up and begged for more.
"Ohhhh . . . suck it up, Mr. Turner ... eat it!" she wailed obscenely, her gaze fixed on her teacher's face as he did her bidding. She was in ecstasy, feeling the juice run from her pussy into his open mouth.
Knock, knock.
"Mr. Turner? Mr. Turner?"
Susan and her teacher froze stiff, her cunt still releasing its juice, his face still clamped to her groin.
"Mr. Turner, are you in there?"
"Oh, my God," he whispered, breathing heavily, his face covered with cunt-juice. "Susan, get up." He sat back in his chair.
Susan raised herself with great effort, weak from orgasm and frightened to death. She looked at Mr. Turner.
"What should I do?"
"Put these back on," he ordered, handing her the panties. He pulled his own pants on. He couldn't help but watch Susan's cute ass as she bent to pull on her underpants. He sighed.
Knock, knock.
"Susan, get in the back closet. Hurry."
She rushed quietly to the back of the room, opened the coat closet, and got in, closing the door behind her.
Mr. Turner took out his handkerchief and wiped his sticky face clean. He straightened his pants and buttoned his shirt. Satisfied at his appearance, he walked to the door.
Knock, knock.
He unlocked the door and opened it to face Mrs. Martin, the art teacher from next door. "Mr. Turner, are you all right?" she asked. He yawned grandly and smiled. "Oh . . . I'm sorry. I must have dozed off during lunchtime."
"I saw the door locked and I was afraid you had an accident or something," she said, looking around the room a bit suspiciously.
"Oh, no," he answered. "I'm fine. No problem, just a little tired is all."
"Well, if you're sure. I'm going down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. Would you like me to bring you back a cup? I guess you could use it."
"Yes, please, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," she replied. "See you in a minute."
Mr. Turner watched as she moved off down the hall and turned a corner. The hallway was almost empty.
"Susan!"
The back closet opened and the young girl emerged.
"She'll be back shortly," he said. "You'd better get out of here."
Susan started toward the door, then turned and pressed to him, kissing him on the lips. Her face was still messy from the blow-job she had given her teacher, and he tasted his own semen on her lips.
"I really love you," Susan whispered into his ear. She smiled and turned, walking out the door.
Mr. Turner followed the girl as she walked away, her ass bouncing in the distance. His cock twitched. Damn, that had been great, but he was worried about the future. What should he do now? She was only fourteen! A child! His mouth tasted of cum and pussy-juice. Some child. Some fucking child. He smiled slightly. Weil, he'd just have to see what happened. Mrs. Martin appeared in the hall with his coffee, breaking his train of thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carol walked down the corridor, heading for the schoolyard to sneak a cigarette during lunch. She rarely ate lunch, always keeping an eye on her weight as she tended to put it on easily. She didn't smoke often, but she felt like it today. She had missed Phil yesterday afternoon, not entirely unhappily, and hadn't seen him before school this morning. She hoped to find him in the yard.
"Hey, Carol!"
She turned around to find Phil running up the hall toward her. Her eyes brightened to see him, she hoped not too obviously. He caught up to her and stopped.
"Hi, Carol," he said. "What happened to you yesterday?"
"Hi, Phil," she greeted him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I had to stay after school for one of my classes."
"You weren't in trouble, were you?"
"Oh, no," she answered, blushing at the memory of her escapade with Miss Browning. "It was just to discuss a test I'd taken," she lied. "Did you miss me?"
"You know I did."
"Don't you look cute?" Carol remarked, surveying his long legs sticking out of his gym shorts. He was dressed in the shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers.
"Do you think so?" he joked. "I just got done with gym. What are you doing?"
"I was going out to the yard for a cigarette."
"That doesn't sound very exciting."
"It isn't," she laughed. "Do you have any better ideas?"
He smiled wickedly, puzzling Carol. "It's lunchtime," Phil said. "So?"
"Everyone is out for lunch or in the cafeteria," he continued.
As if to prove his point, he looked around. The hall was just about empty, only a couple kids walking here and there. Carol wondered what he was getting at. She didn't wait long to find out. "Phil?"
"The locker room is empty," he whispered in her ear.
She was taken aback. "Phil, I couldn't go in there."
She thought she detected a slight movement in his crotch, a twitch in his cock. She had to admit to herself that he did look rather sexy, dressed as he was.
"Why not, baby? No one will see us."
"But, Phil, what if someone caught us? I just couldn't."
"Come on, Carol. It'd be great." His wide smile was hard to resist.
"Can't you wait until after school?" she questioned, becoming a bit aroused at the idea of having sex in the locker room. She had never even been inside the boys' locker room before.
Phil rubbed his crotch obscenely.
"Why should we? Come on, Carol."
He took her hand and pulled her to the door to the locker room. Carol offered only token resistance as they moved, but she stopped as they reached the entrance. She gazed up and down the halls. No one was in sight.
"Oh, Phil," she protested weakly, and let herself be pulled inside.
The door closed behind them and the silence of the giant chamber was eerie. It was like they had entered another world all their own. The room had a distinctive odor of sweat and masculinity that Carol noticed immediately. It excited her. That, and the fact that she had entered a private male bastion for the first time. Row after row of lockers, each divided by a narrow wooden bench, filled the room, not unlike the girls' gym room. The difference was the paraphernalia on the floor and in the lockers.
Whereas the girls' room was littered with bobby-pins, stockings, bras and make-up bottles, Carol couldn't help but notice that this room was cluttered with sweat socks, bandages and jockstraps. Jockstraps. She thought they were terribly exciting articles of clothing, so enticing, so revealing. She hoped Phil was wearing one under his shorts.
Phil led Carol about halfway into the deserted room, then turned into a row of lockers. He stood with his back to one and drew her to him.
"We're alone, honey," he said.
Carol had to agree. All around them was a wall of gray. Her calves pressed against the bench as she put her arms around him and hugged. She was no longer apprehensive. He nibbled at her neck and she could feel his cock start to rise in his pants. He was certainly horny and, as usual, it didn't take long to stimulate her own desires.
They kissed passionately, sucking each other's wet mouths. Carol raked her hands up and down Phil's strong back, while he caressed her head, running his fingers through her long, soft, blond hair, toying gently with her neck. They kissed like this for a few minutes, warming their bodies, fanning their rapidly heating desires.
Phil kissed Carol's cheeks wetly, and grabbed hold of her shoulders. He applied downward pressure and was happy to feel her yield to it.
Carol slid down his body, planting soft kisses on his chest and stomach. Finally, she sat on the hard bench, Phil's crotch level with her face. She wrapped her arms around his hips and pressed her face against his genitals, rocking from side to side. She could feel his naked ass under his shorts and the pouch of his jockstrap on her cheek, stretched, straining under the pressure of his rising cock. The discovery of his jockstrap fascinated Carol, enthralled her. She pulled Phil's shorts down and let them drop to the floor. The sight before her was new and arousing. The small, elastic pouch, barely covering his cock and balls, a strap around the waist and two running up the sides of his thighs. She giggled.
"What's so funny?" Phil asked.
Carol gazed up at him, her eyes brimming with happiness.
"Nothing's really funny. I've just never seen one before. It's sort of cute," she replied, smiling, "and very sexy."
She turned her attention back to his loins. She ran her fingers through the short hair on his ass and rubbed her face into his groin. The sweaty smell of his body was turning her on immensely. There was something she wanted terribly to do for him, but she didn't want him to think she was really perverted. Carol wasn't sure how he would respond to the treat she had in mind. She thoroughly enjoyed having sex with Phil, but she also liked him a great deal, and hoped he liked her as well. She didn't want to scare him off. Oh, what to do? What would he think? She was sure he would enjoy it. She sure did. Carol decided that her feelings for Phil were as good a reason as any for pleasing him. Just thinking about doing it started her pussy twitching.
"Would you turn around, Phil?" Carol asked quietly. "What?"
She stared up at him, her eyes half-closed, imploring.
"Please, Phil, just turn around."
Phil shrugged his shoulders. "O.K."
He turned around, bumping his hip slightly against the locker as he moved in the confined area. He was mystified. What was she planning on doing? He was even a bit nervous. What the hell was on her mind? He soon got the answer.
Phil had his hands resting against the lockers, his back to the young girl, his ass in her face. He turned to relax but stiffened involuntarily when she grabbed his ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his sensitive asshole to the air. He felt Carol place her mouth on the hole, warming it with her hot breath. Her tongue out, she began moving her head up and down, wetly crisscrossing the crack of his ass. Phil almost pulled away from the moist intruder, but controlled himself. It was a strange feeling, not unpleasant, just strange. God, he thought, this chick was something else. Only sixteen and she was teaching him new tricks. He couldn't help but wonder what possessed her to lick his ass. And how did it taste? Could it taste good?
Almost in answer to his silent question, Carol began to stuff her tongue hungrily into his asshole. She held his cheeks tightly in her fingers, pulling his buttocks apart.
Phil was warming to the idea of having his ass rimmed, enjoying the oral antics of the girl almost in spite of himself. He had to admit it felt pretty good, and he found himself breathing heavily.
Carol was moaning softly as she moved her tongue inside Phil's puckered hole. The heavy, musky odor of his asshole filled the air, swirling around her head, intoxicating her. She swallowed the fluids coming from within, bringing the liquid to her mouth with her tongue. Carol's pussy was throbbing as she sucked, small trickles of juice wetting her underpants. She couldn't believe how aroused she was becoming just from sucking Phil's asshole, but she couldn't deny the fire in her loins. God, she was going crazy, ramming her tongue as far as she could inside his ass.
Phil's cock was bouncing up against a locker and he wanted desperately to feel her warm mouth around it. He twisted his body, freeing his ass from Carol's hands and mouth, and moved to face her. She reluctantly gave up the object of her attention and let him call the shots. He looked down at her wet face, bits of brown at the corners of her wanton mouth. Her lips were ovaled and her tongue hung out. She looked very much like a dog in heat, her eyes glazed.
Phil yanked his jockstrap to the floor in one easy motion. He grabbed the base of his shaft and shoved his cock deep into her waiting mouth, banging the tip against her throat. Carol closed her lips tightly around his pole, nipping the stretched skin with her teeth. She started sucking madly on his cock, begging for the hot cum she knew was building in his balls.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned as she slurped noisily.
Phil smiled at the pretty face at his crotch, loving the way she lapped and sucked his cock. She seemed to love sex so much. He had a little surprise for her and he felt now was the time to spring it. He coughed loudly but Carol barely heard him.
Two naked boys appeared at the end of the row of lockers and looked at Phil. He smiled broadly and motioned them forward. They moved noiselessly, their eyes open wide, fixed on Carol's beautiful cock-filled mouth. Wow, they thought, what a young chick, and if things worked out the way Phil had said they would, they were going to get their chance to fill that mouth with their own cocks. They were impressed with Carol's looks and sexual demeanor. They moved on either side of her.
Carol's eyes were closed in ecstasy and she didn't hear the newcomers through her sexual haze. Suddenly, she felt hands on her chest, slipping under her blouse to play roughly with her tits, tweaking her nipples. She opened her eyes, shocked, and pulled her mouth off Phil's throbbing cock, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin. She was breathing heavily.
"Wh-what the hell! PHIL!!"
"Hey, don't get excited," he hurried to reassure her. "This is Tom and Joey, a couple of friends of mine."
The two boys leered at her and continued fondling her full breasts. In her heavy state of arousal, it never occurred to Carol to take the searching hands from her tits.
"Hey . . . Phil!" she cried.
"Come on, Carol. Don't be so uptight. Just enjoy it, huh?"
Phil's cock stood straight up, almost touching Carol's trembling lips. She was really confused. She wanted to be alone with Phil. She didn't even know these other guys. But damn, she was so hot, so horny. Her pussy was sopping wet. Oh, shit!
"Relax, Carol," Phil directed, putting his hands on the back of her head.
Carol opened her mouth to protest. She didn't get much of a chance.
Phil pulled her head forward, sliding his cock into her open mouth. Damn, she couldn't argue any more. His hot, stiff cock felt so great, tasted so delicious. She loved it. She loved sex. Why was she fighting it? Fuck it, she thought, and began sucking on Phil's cock with renewed vigor, the shaft moving easily through her soaked lips. It filled her mouth, stretching her cheeks out like she had the mumps.
Tom and Joey had lifted Carol's blouse up to her armpits, exposing her full, luscious breasts. Smiling happily, admiration in their eyes, each took a nipple in his mouth. They sucked the pert cherries fervently, exciting the young girl with their oral attention. Carol finally relaxed and enjoyed the feelings they aroused in her. Forgetting her recent apprehension, she reveled in the stimulation offered by the cock in her mouth and the two heads pressed to her tits. God, did it ever feel good!
She reached out to her sides and felt the naked, hairy flesh of the boys' thighs. The hands moved upward until she found the object of her search-two hard, hot cocks. She grabbed the cocks, slowly jerking the shafts. She started masturbating the two boys happily, loving the feel of the taut skin in her sensitive fingers, all the while accepting Phil's violent fucking of her face.
Phil was getting really turned on watching Carol jerk his friends off as she blew him. He felt his orgasm building deep in his loins and he moved her head rapidly back and forth over his cock, staring at her pretty faced as it contorted from the size of the shaft filling her mouth.
"Oh .. . suck it. . . I'm . . . coming,. . . soon! Blow me, Carol!" he cried down at her, his voice breaking in his excitement.
Faster and faster she moved her mouth on his cock. Phil rested his hands on Carol's head as the trembling girl hurried to bring him to orgasm, her lips clinging lewdly to his prick, her hands vigorously massaging the cocks at her sides.
Tom reached into Carol's pants, forcing the zipper to pull open as it moved past her abdomen. Sliding under her panties, his fingers parted her blond pubic bush and continued to her cunt. She felt the intrusion and spread her legs slightly to facilitate his actions. Tom located her pussy, sloppy and slimy from juice, and shoved a finger deep inside the red hole. Her cuntlips seemed to clutch his hand, pulling him to her.
"Ummmmmm..." Carol purred, vibrating Phil's cock with the throaty sound.
"I'm coming!" Phil yelled. "Ohhh ..."
Phil buried his rod into Carol's mouth as he ejaculated. Giant gobs of cum exploded from his cock, banging against the roof of the girl's oral cavity. She sucked mightily as the jism spewed forth, his cock constricting with great force. She held the throbbing pole tightly, letting it fill her with sperm, loving the hot, tangy flavor, rolling her hips around the finger still tickling her cunt, feeling the teeth still nibbling her tits. Inflamed beyond belief, she gleefully ate the hot cum pouring into her ready mouth.
Phil's cock stopped its frantic twitching, the cum flowing out in little droplets now. It didn't seem to matter to Carol. She flicked her tongue over the piss-hole, retrieving the jism as soon as it appeared, swallowing it eagerly. Phil's cock was super-sensitive and he felt like the hungry girl was sucking his insides out of his body. He had no more cum to offer, but Carol strained for what might be left. She drained him completely, thrilled to have her mouth and stomach full of the sticky fluid. A trickle of cum ran out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She flicked her tongue out and brought it back to her mouth.
Phil felt weak in the legs and he pulled his softening cock from Carol's slick mouth, the action making a soft, plopping sound. Carol was breathing heavily, as if she had just run five miles. She turned to Joey on her right, still grasping his and Tom's cock in her hands. Her eyes were hazy, lust-filled, almost tearing from pleasure and wanton desire. She was ready to fuck and suck anything that moved.
"I want to suck you off," she gasped at Joey. "I want to blow you so bad."
She pulled the young man to his feet, leading him by his hard cock. He stood uncertainly between her legs, a bit taken aback at Carol's boldness and shamelessness. He really didn't have too much time to worry about it.
Carol wasted little time going to work on the new cock. She stuffed his cock into her wet, slimy mouth as soon as he positioned himself in front of her. She moaned as the pole slipped past her lips, bloating her cheeks. Joey's cock was slim but fairly long. It tasted a little stronger than Phil's, and it gave her a thrill, as every new cock she discovered I did. An added fascination was his red pubic hair, a fact that caused Carol to keep her eyes open as she blew him, watching the short, curly, flaming-red hair as it moved near her. It tickled her nose when she took his cock in, and she sucked him with relish. He had a prominent vein running the length of his cock, and Carol licked it as she moved back and forth.
"Ummm ..." she murmured blissfully.
Phil sat on the bench, tired, satisfied for the moment. He watched Carol giving terrific head to Joey, knowing how much he was enjoying it, having just finished filling her mouth with his cum. She was moving her hips sensually from side to side on Tom's plunging finger, jerking his straining cock in return. Through half-closed eyes, Phil surveyed the spectacle taking place only a few feet from him.
Joey was responding rapidly to Carol's sucking, dying to fill the girl's mouth with the hot cum forming within his balls.
"Suck it, baby," he said. "Your mouth is so soft and wet. Suck it. I'm gonna fill your mouth with my cum."
The obscene words only inspired Carol to suck faster, harder. She was trying desperately to draw out his jism, the cum she was dying to taste. The sour flavor of his pre-cum mixed with the taste of Phil's jism still in her mouth inflamed her. The whole room seemed to smell of sweat and semen and Carol's head was spinning in delight.
Tom sat comfortably on the bench, bent slightly forward. His face was only inches from Carol's, and he watched intently while she gobbled his friends cock, saliva dripping across her cheeks and down her chin. Her hand worked on his own pole and his , hand was buried in her crotch. Tom's thumb moved up and, finding her clitoris, he began to fondle the hot button gently.
Carol felt the touch of Tom's finger on her clit and almost screamed. God, she was going crazy. Her hand slid easily up and down Tom's pre-cum lubricated cock. Joe's balls bounced against her chin and she reached her free hand around to caress his ass, sliding her fingers along the hairy crack. She tickled his puckered asshole gently, then forced her middle finger inside an inch or two. Joey jumped at her probing, banging his cock into her throat. His cock was ready to burst. He grabbed the girl's head roughly and pulled it to his groin.
Carol braced herself as his long cock jerked and started spouting semen into her. She swallowed the cum as it flowed, letting it trail down her throat. The overflow spilled out of her mouth and drops fell from her chin. The jism filled her mouth, yet still it spurted. She devoured what she could but it was too much and it poured out of her in giant streams, flowing from her lips. She gulped noisily, then let the hard rod slip from her mouth, afraid of choking.
She held the base and rubbed the throbbing cock against her cheek, reveling in its hot feel, cum still dripping onto her soft skin. Little curly red and black pubic hairs dotted her face and stuck to her lips. She was covered in cum, and she slid Joey's cock through it from cheek to cheek and across her lips as it gradually diminished in size. She gnawed hungrily on the knob. She felt like she was enveloped in cum. And she loved it.
Tom took his hand from Carol's pussy and stood up, forcing his cock from her grip. He figured it was time he got his share of the action. Smiling broadly, almost sadistically, he moved next to Joey. He nudged the redhead out of the way and stood between Carol's spread legs. She no longer looked pretty to him, her face a mass of cum and pubic hair. Instead, she became a willing, and exciting, receptacle for his overdue orgasm.
"Here's another one, baby," he announced. "Wanna suck it?"
Carol didn't even attempt to refuse--she was beyond control. He moved his rock-hard dork against her lips, rubbing it harshly. She grabbed him and slid his cock into her mouth, her cheeks expanding, her mouth stretched wide. Tom's cock was short and she had no trouble taking it all in, but it was very thick. Her slippery lips strained to handle the width. She swallowed him completely, her lips pressed against his pubic mound, her mouth open as wide as possible. She let the stiff meat soak in her hot, sticky mouth, gently, almost unconsciously, lapping the tip with her tongue. Through her lust-filled haze, Carol felt her pants being tugged down.
Phil was well rested and his cock lifted its head into the air. He moved behind Carol and pulled at her pants. She felt the pressure and was only too happy to lift her hips off the bench, allowing her panties to fall to her knees. She pulled her panties to the floor, never letting Tom's cock fall from her lips. Phil pushed Carol upward and she yielded gratefully. He sat down on the bench, directly underneath her, his huge cock, fully erect and throbbing, bobbing in the air, waiting to be enveloped by Carol's succulent pussy.
"Ummm ..." Carol moaned as she felt Phil's legs under her own, his twitching cock banging into her thigh. She spread her legs wide and maneuvered herself until his cock was at the entrance to her cunt. Phil grabbed Carol's tits firmly, squeezing the milky flesh, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. He let the girl take her time in sitting on his cock. He had come once already, so was in no great rush.
Carol sat down slowly, very slowly, savoring every inch of Phil's cock as it moved into her.
"Ohhhh ..." she cried and rested with half the cock in her, Joey's cock in her mouth, muffling the sound. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and plunged downward.
"Uhhhh .. . ohhh ..." she mumbled, and her full ass rested on Phil's abdomen, his cock buried in her to the hilt.
Carol was in heaven, her cunt and mouth filled to the brim. She began to suck slowly on Tom's cock, moving it in and out of her in unison to her deliberate gyrations on Phil's cock. She was so excited, she felt like she could come in seconds. Her slow, teasing actions weren't going to last long.
Tom stood before Carol, his hands on his hips, letting her do the work. He was damn close to coming, and he couldn't wait to shoot it off into her.
"Faster, baby, faster!" he yelled impatiently.
She took the command well, humping up and down violently on Phil's cock, sucking Tom off just as rapidly.
"I'M COMINGGGG!!" Tom screamed.
Carol felt the cum shoot up his sperm-duct and it triggered her own orgasm as it splattered in her mouth. Her whole body shook furiously as her juice streamed out of her pussy, pouring down Phil's cock and balls. She swallowed Tom's first blast, then pulled the trembling cock from her mouth. She just couldn't take any more, she was full, and his cock, now free from her clinging lips, spewed hot jism all over the place. The searing fluid spurted on her face, her blouse, her legs. Carol let the semen fall where it may, loving and burning sensation it produced on her skin. She leaned back against Phil and let the waves of her orgasm wash over her as Tom covered her body with his cum.
Tom jerked his cock as he came, aiming it at Carol's face. He loved the sight of his cum on the girl's face. He started to pull back, totally spent, and a long string of jism stuck to his cock and Carol's chin. It stretched like taffy, finally springing from the girl's face, an obscene testament to her sexual prowess. Carol was exhausted, limp. Her eyes were closed and she purred softly, like a cat, content, fulfilled. Her cunt still clutched Phil's hard cock, pulsating around it more in quiet pleasure than sexual desire. She didn't think she could stand any more excitement at the moment, afraid her heart couldn't take it. She was happy just to let his rod soak in her wet, sloppy, steaming box. Goddamn, that had been something else. Her mouth tasted like she had drunk a quart of cum. Maybe she had, she thought amusedly. Her hair was stuck to her face with the sticky jism. She was a mess but she didn't care. She was totally satisfied.
Tom and Joey finally roused themselves and, smiling widely, left the locker room.
Phil held Carol to him. His cock shriveled and slipped from her pussy, the excitement of the last few moments gone, but he really didn't mind. It had been great.
Carol turned sideways and hugged Phil, shivering slightly. She felt cold.
Phil had to laugh at her appearance. Most of her face was soaked with cum, her long, blond hair matted to it, curly pubic hair of three shades on her cheeks, chin, lips, even a couple stuck in her teeth. She didn't look too beautiful now. Sexy, lusty, exiting maybe, but not beautiful.
She looked at him sadly.
"What did you laugh at, Phil?" she asked, blushing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh," he answered sincerely. "You're just a little messed up, that's all."
She couldn't argue with that. She couldn't see herself, but she sure felt like she looked like hell. The semen on her face was beginning to harden.
"Phil?" she asked seriously. "Why did you have those friends of yours here?" Her eyes were downcast.
"Did you mind?"
"Well, yeah, sort of... "
You didn't seem to mind when you were sucking their cocks, he thought cruelly.
"I thought you'd enjoy it. You sure seemed to. Besides, they're like brothers to me."
"You know I enjoyed it. I wanted to be alone with you, though."
"There'll be plenty of times for us to be alone. Right now, we'd better get ourselves together and out of here. Lunchtime is almost over."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carol and Susan lounged around the living room of their home. It was Thursday evening and there wasn't much to do as they waited for dinner. The television was on but neither girl was paying much attention to it. Susan read the paper and Carol was thinking, daydreaming . ..
Phil had met her after school and together they had gone to the junior high to pick up Susan. It had been a few days since the episode in the locker room and Carol had seen Phil every day since that time. She was happy about that, and about the fact that they had managed to have sex twice, alone.
Phil drove Carol and Susan to a hamburger stand, and the three of them sat and had a bite to eat in the parking lot, talking, laughing, joking around. He invited the girls to a party the next night at his house. His parents were going to be out all night, so he and Paul were having a few people over. Of course, both girls accepted happily. Carol hadn't seen Paul in quite a while, other than saying hello as they passed in the halls at school, and it would be nice to see him again. And fuck him again.
She had no doubts about the type of party it was going to be, an orgy really, and she wasn't going to complain about it. Phil's constant companionship left her ready and willing to experience new cock. Not that Phil wasn't good, on the contrary, he was great, it was just that she loved variety. She was definitely not a one-man woman.
Her relationship with Phil was nice, secure, fun, but she needed the freedom to do what she wanted, with whomever she wanted. Phil was not the type to deny her that freedom, rather, he encouraged her to do what she desired. A great relationship, she decided. She couldn't wait for the party, it sounded like just what she needed. She was sure Susan would enjoy it also. Her hot little sister would have a ball.
"Dinner's ready," Mrs. Morgan called from the kitchen.
The girls rose together, exchanging smiles, then a quick, fearful kiss. Their incestuous love bond was strong, constant, and it called for great caution. Their sisterly affection had developed into a full-fledged love affair, emotionally and physically, and they often had trouble controlling their feelings in front of others. They had sex with other people, male and female, but their real emotional ties were with each other. Carol was a devoted bisexual and she was teaching Susan to follow in her footsteps. Susan was an eager pupil.
The girls sat down at the table to eat. Their father, as usual, had his head buried in the evening paper as he ate. Their mother finished serving and slid into her chair.
"So, how was school today, girls?" she asked.
"O.K.," they answered together.
"Susan, are you picking up your grades in math?"
"Yen, Mom. We have a test next week and I'm sure I'll pass it."
"I hope so," her mother said. "You don't want to have to go to summer school again. Carol, have you been helping her?"
"Sure, Mom," she answered.
"She has," Susan added. She never was very good in school, always looking up to her older sister. Carol seemed to be able to get straight A's without even trying.
The conversation ceased as everyone concentrated on eating their meals.
"Mom." Carol broke the silence hesitantly. "Uh .. . Paul invited me and Susan to a party tomorrow night. Is it all right if we go?"
"Are his parents going to be home?" she asked, remembering the boy as one Carol used to be quite friendly with.
"Of course."
"Then I don't see why not. John?" She looked to Mr. Morgan for his opinion.
"Sure," he grunted. He had never taken much interest in the raising of the two girls. It seemed to Carol that he considered them a great bother, rather than cherished offspring. He never even attempted to offer the girls a father image.
"I think it's nice," their mother pronounced, "that you girls are going out together. So many girls your age fight like cats and dogs."
Her daughters smilingly agreed.
* * *
Mrs. Morgan dropped the girls off in front of the Stevens home. Luckily, Phil's car was in the driveway.
"Are you sure Paul's parents are home?"
"There's their car, Mom," Carol answered, indicating Phil's GTO.
"Do you want me to wait and make sure you get inside?"
"Oh, Mother! Please!"
The girls jumped out of the car.
"Make sure you're home by midnight, and if Mr. Stevens can't drive you home, make sure you call me. I don't want you walking home this far at night."
"Okay. Thanks. See you later."
"Bye, Mom," Susan called.
Carol watched the car drive off. She thought it very amusing that her mother never told her not to drink, as if she were too young to even consider it. Shit, she'd been drinking for a long time. Well, at least it was something she never got hassled about. What her parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them. And there was plenty they didn't know.
Carol and Susan embraced when the car disappeared from view, pressing their bodies together, kissing with pleasure.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a great night," Carol whispered into Susan's ear.
Susan smiled. "It's starting out pretty well." They walked arm-in-arm toward the house.
Phil greeted the girls at the door. Loud music filled the air, blaring from the stereo.
"Hi, Carol. Hi, Susan."
He kissed Carol passionately on the mouth, then Susan. He took their thin jackets and dropped them on a chair. Both girls wore jeans, sandals and skimpy halters, Carol's more revealing simply because she had more to reveal. They both looked terribly sexy. Phil whistled softly.
"You girls look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you," they answered.
"Do follow me, ladies," he directed, and led them toward the living room.
The living room was smoky and noisy. There were five people sitting around drinking beer. Carol felt some eyes on her chest and was pleased. She loved showing cleavage and her halter displayed a great deal of it. If she and Susan hadn't been wearing jackets, their mother never would have let them out of the house. Needless to say, she often wore a jacket.
"Everybody, this is Carol and Susan!" Phil shouted over the din.
Carol kissed Paul on the cheek as he moved to her, then introduced him to her younger sister. She barely recognized the two boys from the locker room.
"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Carol," she joked.
"I'm Joey," the redhead greeted. "I'm Tom."
A boy and girl came up to Carol and introduced themselves as Jerry and Debbie. They exchanged pleasantries.
Jerry was a young, blond boy of average size and nondescript appearance, seemingly shy and introverted. He was a new friend of Paul's, Carol reamed. Debbie was quite a pretty girl. She looked familiar, but she couldn't place her. Anyway, they had never met personally. Carol smiled sexily down at Debbie as they conversed. The girl was short, had long blond hair, and a great body, with a pair of tits to match Carol's. Very nice, Carol decided.
After Susan was introduced around, everyone settled down. Carol sat on one couch between Phil and Paul, Joey on an easy chair near them. Susan relaxed on the other couch next to Jerry, and Tom sat in a chair facing Carol, Debbie on his lap. Beers were passed around and they drank. And drank. And talked and laughed. And drank some more. The lights were low and the music loud and constant.
Carol was having a good time, talking and joking with Joey and the Stevens brothers. She was a little worried about Susan, who was much younger than anyone else there, but her sister seemed to be getting along quite well with Jerry. His arm was around Susan and she was snuggled to his body. Carol questioned whether he was as shy as she had first thought.
Tom and Debbie were making out like crazy in the corner and seemed oblivious to the others. Carol had a clear view of the frolicking couple, and was getting turned on watching them. Her pussy started to twitch as Tom opened the blond girl's blouse and Carol caught a glimpse of a big, milky breast before his hand covered it. Phil put his arm on her shoulder, bringing Carol's attention back to him. She had to wonder if he was watching what she had been.
"Let's dance, Carol," he said. The music was fast and heavy.
"Sure." She jumped up, kicking off her sandals. She was a little unsteady on her feet, the beer getting to her as she moved, the alcohol fogging her mind. She and Phil started dancing.
"Come on, everybody!" she yelled.
Susan and Jerry got up and joined them. Together, they convinced Debbie and Tom up, also. Debbie was obviously half-smashed, jumping across the room, her blouse flying open, her tits flopping into view. She did have quite a set. A couple of fleshy melons, topped by pink, erect nipples. They were firm, not saggy. She didn't make a move to button her blouse. Everyone's eyes were on her quivering tits, including Carol's and Susan's. They were being treated to quite a show.
Carol and Phil exchanged a meaningful look. It was as if she were asking silently whether he would mind. He smiled approval.
Carol reached behind her neck and untied the straps of her tiny halter. She let the material fall from her shoulders, exposing her full breasts. She pulled her halter off her body and threw it on the couch. She was naked from the waist up, feeling free, sexy.
Everyone's attention turned to Carol's swinging tits, and she reveled in the piercing stares. She danced across the room like a wild animal in heat, her hair flying, her tits bouncing. The rest of the party moved to the sides of the living room, leaving Carol alone at the center, dancing madly. She was at center stage and loving it.
"Take it off!" Joey shouted.
"Let's see some ass!" Tom screamed lewdly.
Carol looked around, spinning from the alcohol and her own gyrations. Phil and Paul were back on the couch, Joey still in the chair, but now sitting at the edge, his eyes open wide. Susan and Jerry leaned on the far wall, their arms entwined. Jerry looked at her shyly, avoiding her gaze. Susan smiled openly at her older sister, and Carol was glad. Tom and Debbie stood near the chair they had vacated, their eyes fixed on her ample chest swaying before them. Carol got a special thrill from the lustful way the girl stared at her. She rolled her hips toward Debbie, taunting the girl, simulating fornication, licking her lips.
"Come on, baby!" Joey shouted again. "Take it off!"
Carol preened in front of her admiring audience, teasing them and herself. She felt like a stripper in a night club, and the thought excited her. She grabbed her breasts sensually, squeezing the soft flesh as she moved, pinching her nipples. She let them fall and moved her hands to her pants. She opened the button and pulled the zipper down, exposing her pink panties to the audience.
"All right!"
"Beautiful!"
She slid her pants to the floor and kicked them over to Phil. He caught them, laughing. Carol now danced wearing only the thin panties, her ass-cheeks hanging out the sides of the tiny garment. Everyone held their breath expectantly. Carol let them wait, teasing them, loving her hold on them. Nobody dared speak. She danced in a big circle, ending back in the center of the room.
Finally, Carol slipped her panties over her buttocks, but quickly yanked them up again, giving only a brief show of her fleshy bottom to Tom and Debbie. She slid them down again, holding the material to the bottom of her ass this time, not pulling up. She turned around, revealing her full ass.
Carol could feel the heat build in the room, all because of her. Her own loins were burning up and her pussy was wet and slippery. She delayed no longer.
Carol pulled the panties from her pussy swiftly, baring her blond pubic bush. She bent to take the panties off her ankles, her ass inches from Tom's hand, and he gave her a playful feel, electrifying her. She jumped away, her panties in hand, and waved them over her head. She rubbed the material on her wet, hairy pussy and threw the panties to Joey. He rubbed the panties on his face, sniffing and licking lewdly. Everyone laughed at the obscene spectacle expect Jerry. At this point, he wasn't even watching. He was embarrassed by the totally immoral turn of events. It seemed like no one here had any shame. He did.
The music reached a climax, the beat faster and faster, and that's how Carol danced. She moved in a frenzy, completely nude, her body a blur of tits, ass and cunt. Her hair flew through the air, caressing her body like a thousand soft whips.
"Ohh ... uhh ..." Carol moaned as the music came to a screeching halt. She fell to the floor, resting on the thick rug, breathing heavily. The party exploded. Everyone clapped and cheered drunkenly, thrilled by Carol's dance, their eyes still on the gorgeous form of the naked girl reclining on the floor.
Carol rose and grabbed a bottle of beer. She took a long, quenching gulp and sighed loudly. She turned to the couch, lying back on the floor, her eyes were full of wanton desire, her body trembling in anticipation. There was no one else in the room but Phil for her at this moment. She gave no thought to the leering eyes of the others.
"Phil?" she whispered, her voice husky, her pussy dripping with lubrication.
He didn't hesitate for a second. His cock had been banging up against his zipper since she had started dancing. He dropped his pants and underpants to the floor, not wasting the time to completely remove them. Carol spread her legs as he fell to her. She clutched his rock-hard cock and guided it to the entrance of her cunt, frantically rubbing the tip across her slippery cuntlips. He leaned back, then took her right there on the floor, before the attentive audience. He thrust into her, hard. He was buried to the hilt in a second.
"Uhhhh..." Carol groaned as Phil's cock embedded itself in her, seeming to bang against her stomach.
Jerry averted his eyes from the obscene performance talking place on the floor. He'd been laid a couple of times, but they were nothing like this, not in front of people, not a public display. He strongly believed that sex was a private act. Susan could feel he was uncomfortable, though she wasn't sure why. She was enjoying the sight of the fucking couple, and she was very high, not being used to drinking very much. She was also getting very excited.
"Do you want to go somewhere else, Jerry?" she asked.
He was relieved. "Yeah, could we?"
Susan smiled and took his hand, leading him into the hall. Together, they found a bedroom and walked in. Susan closed the door, drowning out the moans of her sister and Phil.
Paul and Joey sat back, guzzling their beer, enjoying the view. Carol and Phil were humping madly on the rug at their feet. Phil's ass twitched as he pumped into Carol, her feet high in the air above him, making little circles with her toes. Her hands were wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her with all the power her slim arms contained.
Meanwhile, Paul and Joey also had a good look at the action in the corner. Debbie, having removed her blouse, knelt topless between Tom's outstretched legs. Her huge tits encircled his stiff pecker and she held her fleshy globes tightly to his taut skin and moved them up and down. Her pink tongue licked the tip of his cock when it emerged from its fleshy playground.
Paul and Joey were enjoying the view, but their cocks were rock hard, waiting to get into the games.
In the bedroom, Susan and Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and kissed wetly. Susan pressed her young body to his as their tongues hungrily explored each others' mouths. They tasted of beer and she was high and feeling great but Jerry hadn't drunk too much and was stone sober. His hand fell to her breast hesitantly, a little fearful she would push it away. He needn't have worried. Susan merely moved her arm to the side, easing his efforts. He played tenderly with her small breast through the material of her top, feeling her nipple harden under his touch.
Susan was getting excited, and things were going a little slow for her. She was really turned on from watching her older sister in the living room, dancing and fucking, and she was wet and ready. She decided to take things into her own hands, so to speak. Susan slid her hand down Jerry's chest and brought it to his groin, grasping his hard cock. Jerry sucked in his breath at the young girl's arousing boldness. She released the straining cock from his pants and held it in her hand.
Jerry moaned softly as she fondled his cock, jerking it with her tender fingers. His prick was kind of small, much smaller than Phil's or Mr. Turner's, but it was hard, hot and ready. She gently prodded Jerry's hand from her breast, aiming it for her crotch. He took the hint and grabbed her pants, clumsily opening the button and pulling down the zipper. He put his hand inside and started fingering Susan's steaming, moistened cunt.
"Ummm ..." she murmured into his ear. It felt so good. She pumped the cock in her hand with vigor.
Out in the living room, Carol felt her orgasm approaching and egged Phil on to join her. They were fucking wildly on the rug and she could feel the surface of the floor burning her back. It hurt slightly, but the pleasure of their fucking more than offset it. She had her hands on Phil's ass and she snaked out a finger and jammed it into his asshole. He plunged into her furiously, his meat pummeling her foaming pussy.
"Ohhh . .. Phil. . . fuck me ... " She bit his neck.
Phil fucked her for all he was worth, nearing his own orgasm. He felt the cum forming inside him and he struggled to please her. And himself.
"Uhh . . . uhh . .. I'm COMINGG!!" Carol screamed, her cunt contracting as she reached orgasm, squeezing his cock. Pussy-juice flowed down her love channel, drowning his swollen cock with hot fluid, triggering his explosion.
"Ohhh ... Carol. . . fuck ..."
His cock throbbed, then jerked mightily within her, squirting hot jism deep into her cunt. The cum mingled with her own juices and dripped out of her pussy, slipping by Phil's shooting cock to flow down to her asshole. A few drops found the carpet, leaving light stains. They clung together, letting their orgasms run their course. They gasped for breath as their climaxes abated.
"I'm coming, baby, suck it!" Tom shouted in Debbie's ear.
She forced his cock down her throat, her lips touching his pubic mound and scrotum. Her mouth was filled with his cock and her cheeks puffed out as she gnawed on the shaft. He ejaculated explosively, his cock throbbing and jerking against the warm insides of her oral cavity. The jism pumped out in waves, sliding down the young girl's anxious throat, warming her whole body. She moaned in pleasure and gulped the wet, hot, sticky fluid with delight.
Again and again his cock constricted, depositing the semen, drowning her. She swallowed it all and begged for more, sucking him savagely. Finally, his cock stopped pulsating. Debbie drained him almost dry, then pulled her mouth from his prick, holding it in front of her dripping mouth. Squeezing tightly at the base of his shaft, she moved her hand upward until more of the hot sperm formed at the tip of Tom's cock. Smiling lewdly, she lapped the liquid from him, consuming it with obvious satisfaction.
She nestled her head into his crotch and sighed. Her face, glowing from excitement, rested on the top of Tom's thigh, and her hands gently played with his genitals. She moved his shrinking cock to her lips and lightly licked the crown, seeking any last drops of semen that might seep out. Tom handed her a beer and she took it from him gratefully. She tilted her head and took a long, satisfying gulp. She licked her sticky, shiny lips.
"Your cum," she declared, "and beer, go great together." They both laughed. She drank again from the bottle.
Phil lifted his body off Carol's reclining form, his cock dripping. Carol groaned a sigh of disappointment as his cock disengaged itself from her clutching cunt. Phil looked back at his younger brother on the couch. The gesture was obvious and Paul took the cue without hesitation. He stripped quickly, and climbed between Carol's spread legs. He stared for a long moment at her red cuntlips, the semen and pussy-juice still leaking from the orifice. The sight was arousing as hell, her pussy wet and waiting for him, and he didn't want to waste any time. He caught Carol's left breast in his teeth and bit the flesh, swirling his tongue over the nipple. Carol opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms around him happily, and pulled him to her. They kissed passionately. "Ohhh, Paul!" she cried into his open mouth. She grabbed his swollen cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. He pushed forward and slid his full length easily into her slippery box.
"Ohhh, Paulll!" she wailed, his cock embedded within her, his balls rolling on her ass. "It feels so fucking good!"
Phil rested on the couch, Tom on the chair, Debbie still between his legs. They were momentarily sated, but Joey wasn't. He rose unsteadily to his feet and went off to the bathroom, barely looking at the fucking couple on the floor as he moved around them. Damn, he better get in on the act pretty soon. His cock was turning blue from neglect, poking out in the front of his pants like a direction finder. He found the bathroom and relieved himself, fighting back the urge to masturbate. He wondered what had become of Susan, and he set out to find out. She was pretty young-looking but cute, and he hoped she had the sexual drive her sister had.
He came to the only closed door downstairs and stopped to listen. He could make out loud, almost animalistic groans from within, and the tell-tale squeaking of springs. This must be the place, he joked to himself, opening the door and walked quietly inside.
Jerry was lying on top of Susan, humping her tight pussy for all he was worth, bouncing her ass into the bed with great force. The muscles of his ass twitched as he struggled to bring them both to orgasm.
"Uhhh ... uhhh ..." Susan moaned as the cock slid in and out of her cunt. Her feet were planted on Jerry's back, pushing downward to bring him further inside her. She rolled her hips as he humped her, making the knob of his cock rub her clitoris, bringing Susan to new heights of sexual excitement. His balls dangled over her ass, rubbing the pink skin as he moved.
Out of the corner of her eye, Susan thought she detected a movement. In her aroused state, it was hard to focus her attention in that direction, all her feeling seeming to be between her legs at this point. She peered to see Joey standing by the bed, his pants sticking out about five inches at the crotch. She couldn't help but leer at the inviting bulge. God, was she hot!
"C-come . .. here," she gasped. She was breathing heavily, her eyes half-closed in lust. She licked her lips and puckered her mouth lewdly.
"Wh-what? Hey!!" Jerry protested, annoyed at the intrusion. What the hell was going on? What was he doing in here?
Susan crossed her legs around Jerry, holding him inside her, not letting him move.
"Don't stop, Jerry," she whispered. "Please, don't stop."
Jerry watched Joey walk toward them. What was wrong with these people? Didn't they have any decency? All he wanted to do was be alone with the girl. He liked her and if they screwed, he wanted it to be in private. Unfortunately, he was too excited to do much about it. His body betrayed his mental anguish. He buried his head on Susan's chest, like an ostrich, and continued fucking her. He didn't want to see what Joey and Susan were doing above him.
Joey stood at the side of the bed, directly over Susan's head. She watched anxiously as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. He yanked his pants down and his cock sprang free, bobbing just above the young girl's watchful eyes. His flaming-red pubic hair excited Susan greatly, and she reached up to run her fingers through it. Joey's sperm-laden balls hung on her forehead, the hairs of his scrotum tickling her. She grabbed his cock roughly, cheerfully fondling the taut, hot skin.
"Ohhhh ..." Joey moaned, finally getting some release from his pent-up excitement. "Ohh, baby!"
Jerry tried not to listen to the voice. He plunged into Susan with vigor, wanting to come, wanting to get this strange drama over with. Susan started jerking Joey's cock with one hand, lubricating the pole with leaking pre-cum. Her other hand played with the redhead's testicles, rolling them around in her palm, squeezing them with her fingers. She felt Jerry quicken the pace of his fucking and realized he was approaching orgasm. She was not far behind. She thrust her hips up rapidly, keeping pace with the young boy.
Joey looked down at the young couple humping on the bed. They were screwing furiously, and Susan jerked his cock just as rapidly. Her warm hands massaged his genitals in earnest, begging for the cum she knew was building in his testicles. He was bursting, dying to pour his hot jism onto her pretty face. Susan moved her tongue over her lips, like a dog in heat, her gaze fixed on Joey's quivering cock.
"Faster, Susan, faster!" he cried, and she did as he asked. "I'm coming . .. com ..."
Susan moved her hand up and down rapidly on his throbbing, slick cock. She felt the sperm shooting up the duct in his prick and she shook him with all her might, pinching his balls harshly. His cock jumped in her hand and spurted, laying in a sloppy trail of cum from her forehead to her neck. It jerked again, more cum. And again. Susan's wide-open mouth caught what it could of his explosion and she swallowed it eagerly. The hot, burning sensation filled her body and she came. And Jerry came with her, his cock filling her pussy with his cum.
"Ummm ..." Susan groaned, gurgling on the semen in her mouth. She felt submerged in cum, her face covered, her pussy saturated. It felt great. Her tongue snaked out to lick the droplets on her chin and cheeks as Joey's movements slowed. Her body trembled in delight as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her. She was in another world. Cum flowed into her from both ends and she was ecstatic. She swamped Jerry's prick with juice and held him to her, never wanting to let go, her feet tight around him, her hands still fondling Joey.
Joey's cock shrank, slipping to rest on Susan's forehead. He didn't move and the young girl rubbed the smaller cock across her cum-slicked skin, loving the feel. Little drops still fell from the tip and stuck to her flesh. Susan's mind was in a fog. A sexual fog. Her pussy pulsated around Jerry's diminishing organ, trying to hold it inside her awhile longer. The struggle was fruitless and she relaxed her legs, giving him a chance to move, a chance to breath.
Jerry lifted himself from the girl. He pushed her legs apart and stood up. He started dressing, giving dirty looks to Joey. Joey didn't notice because his eyes were closed. He was breathing huskily. No one said a word.
This is a little to weird for me, Jerry thought. It had been sexually exciting, but God, so strange. One-to-one was all he could handle. He wondered why Susan had encouraged Joey to join them. He took one last look at her obscenely exposed form. Her legs were spread out to where he had pushed them when he got up, semen dripping out of her pussy onto the bed. Her hands were still on Joey's genitals and her eyes were closed. Joey's cock lay on her face. Sticky drops of semen leaked onto her flesh, forming little puddles. She didn't seem to care. Her face glowed and seemed to be one big smile. Fuck this, Jerry thought disgustedly, and walked out the door.
Carol and Paul were going at it hot and heavy on the living room floor. Phil was laid out on the couch, resting. Tom was passed out on the chair, a bottle of beer still in his hand. Debbie sat watching Carol and Paul fuck. Damn, she was horny as hell and getting hornier by the minute. Sucking off Tom had been really exciting, but she hadn't come from it and she really wanted to. Desperately.
Unconsciously, Debbie dropped her hand to her lap and started to gently caress her cunt through her pants as she stared longingly at the couple on the floor. Slipping her fingers inside the waistband, she played with herself vigorously, electrified at the touch of her own fingers. Her palpitating pussy was already slick and slippery, and her hand moved easily over her love-nest.
"Ummm ..." she groaned softly. She wondered about Carol as she masturbated.
Carol had looked directly at her a few times during the evening and Debbie was certain she had more than friendliness on her mind. Pretty certain. If she were wrong, it might be quite an embarrassing situation. Shit. She had to do something and Tom and Phil didn't look all too energetic. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, she thought, and struggled to her feet.
Paul and Carol were fucking wildly, just like old times, and they were both loving it. Each knew exactly the right way to turn the other on and no holds were barred. Carol's steaming pussy consumed his swollen cock as he pumped. Paul kept his mouth on her neck and bit the flesh, causing the skin to turn red and break slightly in spots. She loved the pain and pleasure of his actions.
Debbie walked over to the young couple, standing above Carol's head while they fucked. Carol's face was the picture of lust as she noticed the presence over her and glanced upward. Debbie slowly removed her pants, pulling them from her full body with deliberate lack of speed. She was so aroused, just undressing in front of the girl on the floor like that, and Carol never took her gaze from her crotch. Carol couldn't detect a bulge of pubic hair, nor any hairs sticking out of the sides of the blond girl's panties. She was surprised, but not as surprised as she was going to be.
Debbie's huge breasts moved and quivered tantalizingly as she breathed heavily with desire. She grasped the elastic waistband of her panties and yanked them from her body, throwing them to the chair on which Tom sat. He didn't even feel them land on his lap. She stood before Carol in all her naked splendor. And she was quite a delicious sight. Carol's bright, wide eyes told her that she had been correct about Carol's sexual wants. And she was glad. She let Carol took her over, reveling in the hungry eyes that took in her body.
Carol almost jumped in the air when Debbie removed her panties. God, a hairless pussy, all pink and red and wet! It looked delectable. She surveyed Debbie's form with new admiration. She had a pretty face. Her tits looked gigantic from that angle, huge fleshy globes standing out almost straight from her body, tipped by large pink nipples. Debbie's waist was slim, flaring out nicely into full, soft thighs and a beautiful ass. And her pussy. Carol couldn't wait to taste her inviting cunt, and her eyes moved to stare into Debbie's, imploring her.
Paul felt Debbie's feet by his head and turned to see what was going on. He looked up into the girl's bare pussy and was taken aback. Holy shit! he thought. He had never seen a shaved pussy before. It was really exciting to see a cunt unadorned by pubic hair. He glanced at Carol and found her staring avidly into Debbie's pussy. He caught the situation and wasn't going to get in the way. He moved down on Carol, sitting back on his buttocks and lifting her hips in the air, never breaking the union of their genitals. He knew Carol was into some weird things sexually, and if eating pussy was one of them, he wasn't going to deny her. Besides, he was going to get quite a view of the action and he couldn't wait. He slowed his humping to watch.
Carol licked her lips in anticipation. The beautiful, shaven pussy excited the hell out of her. Debbie's wide, pouting, full cuntlips glistened with moisture above Carol. Finally, the blond girl moved her feet to either side of Carol's head. Smiling widely, breathing heavily, she lowered herself, teasing Carol by her lazy descent.
"Oh, honey!" Debbie cried, and dropped her pussy onto Carol's waiting mouth, her ass touching Carol's chin.
"Mmmm ..." Carol moaned as the girl's cunt met her hungry lips.
Carol inhaled deeply, savoring the musky odor that filled the air. She pressed her lips to Debbie's pussy, unaccustomed to the lack of pubic hair. Instead, it was clean, smooth, fleshy. It was pleasant, different, terribly stimulating. She parted her lips and tasted the red furrow. Like honey. Heavy, tangy but sweet as honey to Carol. She ran her tongue up and down the long slit, flicking over Debbie's clitoris as she passed it, swallowing the moisture she encountered.
Carol moved her hands upward to the girl's ample bosom. She grasped a breast in each hand and began to fondle the flesh eagerly. She squeezed the orbs tightly, running them through her fingers, loving the feel of the tits that had so enticed her a short time ago. She remembered watching Debbie dance topless and was glad to be getting a chance to play with the huge, soft breasts. She pinched the long, erect nipples between her fingers.
Debbie sat happily on Carol's hungry mouth, watching with great interest and passion as she was being eaten. Carol was so pretty and her face was bright with pleasure as she tasted Debbie's pussy. She felt the hands massaging her breasts and moaned softly. She ran her fingers through Carol's long, blond hair, not unlike her own. It was soft and silky to her tender touch. She delicately caressed her face, the skin smooth and clean. She rolled her hips sensuously, letting Carol's tongue reach every inch of her hot gash. God, did it ever feel good. The young girl underneath her sure knew what she was doing. Debbie was finally getting the sexual release she had been seeking all night. Ummmm.
Paul had been fucking Carol slowly, leering intently as Debbie positioned herself, then sat on Carol's face. He could see Carol's tongue move across the other girl's red pussy and it was exciting the hell out of him. He felt the cum building in his loins and quickened the pace of his thrusts, turning Carol on even more, and bringing himself to the brink of orgasm. Debbie's naked ass was right in front of him, twitching invitingly. He reached forward, squeezing the pliant flesh of her full bottom. Paul spread her cheeks, exposing her puckered, dark asshole. He moved a finger down and shoved it deep inside the girl, causing her to jump in surprise. She settled back quickly, enjoying the feel of the intruder once she realized what had happened. She was so wrapped up in Carol's sucking, she had forgotten about Paul. She turned to him, licking her lips lewdly, her eyes glazed.
"Give me your cum," she demanded, her voice low and throaty, her words dripping with desire.
Paul grinned widely. You got it, he thought, and lifted himself from Carol, pulling his cock from her cunt with a loud plop. He was really close to coming and he hurried to fill Debbie's mouth with his jism.
Carol groaned into Debbie's love-box when Paul disengaged himself from her, but she was too preoccupied to care too much. She was eating Debbie's cunt with wild delight, loving every second of it. She felt the feet on the sides of her head and opened her eyes to look. Paul's rock-hard cock, dripping with her cunt-juice, slid into Debbie's waiting mouth. She slurped the girl's pussy noisily as she watched.
"Oh, baby, suck it! Paul wailed to Debbie.
Debbie let the cock slide into her mouth, then clamped her lips at the base. She held it inside her, swamping it with saliva. She could taste Carol's pussy juice on his rod and was surprised to find herself enjoying the tangy flavor. She pressed her pussy heavily on Carol's face and began to suck Paul off with a vengeance. He was near orgasm and she wanted him to hurry and come in her mouth.
"Oh, shit. .. I'm cominggg!" Paul yelled, and pushed his cock against Debbie's throat.
Debbie heard his cry and waited happily for the explosion. She ran her tongue across the tip of his cock. He came in seconds. His cock jerked mightily, spewing sperm into her mouth and down her throat, filling her, drowning her. She swallowed and swallowed the sticky fluid, and still it came, overflow droplets leaking out the corners of her mouth and streaming down her chin to fall on Carol's face.
Carol felt cum falling on her cheeks like liquid fire, heating her, exciting her. She snaked her tongue out from Debbie's pussy and licked the hot jism from her skin, swallowed it, then resumed her fervent sucking on the girl's pussy. It tasted great, as good as she remembered. She watched as Paul's cock slipped out of the girl's mouth, shrinking, wet, sloppy. She held Debbie's tits in her hands as Debbie grabbed his cock, squeezing the cum from it and devouring the fluid avidly.
Paul pulled away from the squatting Debbie. His cock was soft now and drained of its juices, resting limp on his balls. She lapped the cum from her lips and closed her eyes, running her tongue inside her mouth, tasting the semen there. Paul moved to the floor and lay down.
Susan and Joey entered the room. Naked. The time for clothing was well passed. Joey sat down, half-loaded, half-asleep, but watched Carol and Debbie through hazy eyes. Something else, he thought. These chicks will suck or fuck anything. Far out. He ogled the naked body of Debbie for a time, seeing her wiggling her bottom across Carol's face was really great. His eyes closed, succumbing to the alcohol and tiredness. He fell asleep.
Susan stared at the two girls on the floor. She sucked in her breath at the stimulating sight before her. Debbie's full hips were weaving little circles on Carol's chin, the girl's chest heaving in Carol's tight grip. Carol's legs were spread apart, her cunt wide open, red, juicy, slimy. Susan moved across the room toward Carol. She dropped to her knees inside her sister's legs. She glanced around the room, making sure everyone else was out of it. They were, she decided. She stared at Debbie's naked back. Shit, I wish we were somewhere else, she thought. She wondered if the others would think it perverted if she ate her sister. She wondered if it was perverted herself.
"Carol?" she whispered, unsure of what to do.
Carol heard the whisper and lifted her legs to Susan's shoulders in response. Susan kissed her thighs gently, holding the legs tenderly in her grasp. She moved her hands across the soft flesh, enjoying the feel. She couldn't help but be somewhat reluctant, it was all still pretty new to her. She did want to please her sister, desperately. The beer she had consumed helped her over come her inhibitions. It was now or never.
Susan bent her head to Carol's crotch and pressed her lips to her sister's pussy. She inhaled the heavy, sexual odor, and pushed her tongue through her lips. She brought back the juice it collected, hesitated, then, swallowed. It tasted slightly of sperm, and tangy, strong cunt-juice. She started licking her tongue up and down Carol's red cuntlips, swallowing the juices happily, warming to her task. She felt good, secure. Carol's warm, smooth thighs wrapped around her head, her pussy thrust up into Susan's face. She felt very good.
Carol was ecstatic. She cheerfully lapped the cunt on her mouth, as her sister sucked her own pussy. God, it was great. She had hoped Susan would want to eat her but she didn't want to push her into it. Now, she had done it on her own and Carol couldn't be more excited. Her fervent tonguing of Debbie's speeded up as Susan ate her.
Debbie was ready to come. She pushed down on Carol and reached a full, wet, thrashing orgasm. Carol almost drowned in the deluge, almost smothered as Debbie forced herself down on her. The girl humped Carol's face as she came, trailing the sticky juice all over Carol's head. Carol swallowed the cum with greed, loving the flavor.
"Ohhh ..." Debbie moaned as Carol licked her cunt.
Carol sucked Debbie dry. She licked until the girl had nothing left to offer and still tried for more. She was going crazy with desire. She couldn't get enough of the blond girl's nude pussy, or its juice.
Her cunt sensitive from coming, Debbie had to take her body from Carol's hungry mouth. She felt great. Carol reluctantly let her off and she settled on the floor, sated.
"Susan?" Carol called quietly. Susan raised her face from her sister's cunt. She was smiling happily, her face soaked. "I want to eat you, too," Carol said. Susan wasn't about to argue but she was apprehensive. She was still worried about the others. Having sex with another girl was bad enough, but with your sister! Not that she didn't want to have sex with her sister, she was just afraid of doing it out in the open like this. Carol stared into her eyes, imploring her. She couldn't refuse. She flipped over, her ass above Carol's face. They wrapped their arms around each other's buttocks and started to suck like crazy.
They rolled over, Carol now on top, her cunt pressed onto Susan's hungry mouth. The hell with everyone else, Susan thought. Carol didn't seem to worry about it and she wasn't going to, either. She stuck her tongue far into her sister's box, bringing the juices back to her mouth. She slurped up the fluid with abandon, swirling her tongue around. Her nose was against Carol's asshole and she sniffed the odor. Heavy, musky, intimate. And stimulating, arousing.
Carol tasted Jerry's sperm in Susan's cunt and sucked mightily to retrieve it, loving the mixture of semen and pussy-juice that filled her mouth. She swallowed the liquid with relish. It tasted so good. She loved eating a pussy that had just been fucked, especially her younger sister's. She sucked her sister passionately, draining her pussy of Jerry's cum, feeling the cunt thrust up to meet her.
Phil roused himself. Through half-closed eyes he surveyed the room. It looked like a disaster area. Paul, Joey, Tom and Debbie were all nodded out in one place or another. He didn't see Jerry, not knowing he had left, but he didn't much care. Beer bottles littered the room and there, in the middle of the floor, Carol and Susan were still going at it. They were head-to-toe, eating each other out, lost to the world. He had to laugh. They were something else. It seemed like they were insatiable, never getting enough, filled with lust. He had to admit it was damned exciting watching these two pretty young girls sucking each other's pussies. And they were sisters, yet. His cock rose and he knew he had to get in on the act. He didn't think they would mind too much. He maneuvered between Carol's extended legs, kneeling over Susan's busy mouth, his cock rock hard, pulsating in the air.
Susan's tongue was buried in her older sister's box, the tip flicking, teasing the sensitive flesh as it slid around the dark dampness of her hole. She felt her head pushed from its work, downward to Carol's mound. What the hell? A giant shadow fell on her face, and she saw Phil's huge hard-on. She looked up at him.
"You don't mind, do you?" he smirked.
She couldn't have said so if she wanted to. Phil jammed his cock up Carol's sloppy pussy in one long thrust.
"Uhhh ..." Carol groaned as he filled her with his cock. Instead of Susan's soft tongue, she now had Phil's hard meat. The difference was exciting. They both felt great in their own special ways. She Fucked Susan with vigor.
Wide eyed, Susan watched her sister's cunt consume Phil's cock, clutching it with her vaginal lips. Her face was only inches from their coupled genitals. What a sight! Phil started fucking Carol. In and out, fast. Susan had a front-row seat, staring as his huge cock pulled out to the head, then pushed in again to the hilt. His balls bounced back and forth on Susan's face as he moved. Fuck, it was so exciting.
Susan held Carol's ass in her hands, forcing the cheeks apart, easing the way for Phil's cock. Her chin brushed her sister's coarse pubic hair, her mouth at the top of the slit. She put her tongue out and licked Carol's pussy, moving it down to tickle Phil's cock at the same time. Susan was so excited, she almost didn't know what she was doing. If someone had told her a few weeks ago that she would be sucking a cunt and cock together, she would have told them they were sick. Now, she was doing just that, and loving it. She was a sexual creature. Maybe it ran in the family.
Phil felt the swirling tongue and tight pussy paying homage to his cock and pumped furiously in response. Much to his surprise, he was already approaching orgasm.
Carol had her lips closed on Susan's little clit, sucking it like a tiny cock. She was in heaven. Her mouth was being filled with her sister's liquid offerings, and her pussy was being licked and fucked. At the same time! Goddamn! She couldn't hold her orgasm back now. She pushed her hips back to meet Phil's thrusting cock and rubbed her fingers over Susan's pussy. She ducked her head lower on her sister's body, ending above her asshole. She spread the cheeks and closed her wet mouth on Susan's asshole, sucking the crinkled skin softly. It tasted so fresh and clean, and she hurried to stick her tongue inside.
Susan groaned. She couldn't believe how good it felt. So nasty and forbidden. It was fascinating. Susan nibbled Phil's cock as he fucked her sister. She grabbed the base and jerked him off into Carol. That did the trick. They came in succession.
Carol felt wave after wave of orgasm wash over her body. She jumped and bounced on Susan, her body convulsing in pleasure, her juice flowing onto her sister's face and swamping Phil's cock.
"Ohhh!" she wailed, vibrating Susan's ass in her mouth. She fingered her sister harshly.
Susan watched Phil's cock jump, the cum shooting up his sperm duct. Carol's juice flowed out around his cock and over Susan's face as he ejaculated. It was like watching a fuck-film, magnified, in slow motion. Carol was coming noisily, vibrating Susan's pussy with her low moans. Phil's cock jerked free of Carol's pussy and shot streams of hot cum on her ass and on Susan's hands and face.
"Oh, Susan!" he cried. "Lap it up, baby!"
And she did. And she came. The gravy flowed from her box and was quickly consumed by Carol's waiting mouth. Sperm and cunt-juice flowed out of Carol's pussy and down her ass, directly into Susan's open mouth. She swallowed and swallowed the never-ending river of sex potions.
Phil relaxed as his climax abated, letting his cock fall to rest on Susan's head. She moved her slimy hands across Carol's round bottom, rubbing the sperm into the flesh, massaging the skin with the lubricant. She caught Phil's cock with her lips and drained him of any excess cum. He fell to the floor, spent.
Carol's limp body lay draped on Susan's, her hands now wrapped around her sister's bottom, her mouth still pressed to her asshole. Susan brought her hands to her mouth and licked them clean. Her mouth was hot, slimy, sticky with juices, her face bathed in cum. She felt great. Her sister was a good teacher and she was an eager and willing pupil. Susan was starting to love sex as much as Carol, it just made her feel so fantastic. Her head was spinning with delight, her body throbbing in pleasure. The whole room smelled of cum. She lay contented.
Somehow, the girls got themselves cleaned up, dressed and home on time. Phil dropped them off at precisely midnight. They kissed secretly near door, out of sight of any possible passers-by.
"What a night!" Carol exclaimed quietly. "What a fucking night!"
Susan could only nod her head wearily.
Carol's eyes gleamed brightly and she lowered her voice.
"I loved you eating me," she said sexily. Susan was pleased to hear her say that. Very pleased.
They kissed again, then went to the door. Susan was deep in thought.
CHAPTER NINE
It was a warm Saturday morning. Susan had slept late and now, though awake, she lay in bed, thinking. Boy, what a night it had been. She worried that she was moving too rapidly on the path of sexual delight. It was hard not to enjoy what had happened, but she was only fourteen. What could the future hold for her if she did everything now? She wondered what the other kids at the party thought of her and her sister, and what they had done. She knew Jerry was pissed off and that bothered her. She really liked him and thought he liked her. He'd probably never talk to her again after last night. It would be hard to explain to him that once she got excited, she just couldn't hold herself back from doing just about anything. It felt so damned great. Susan didn't want Jerry to think she was a tramp, a slut. She wanted to go out with him, establish a relationship with him. She hoped he would be at the dance tonight. Maybe she still had a chance.
And Carol. Beautiful Carol. Susan was really in love with her older sister. Most of her life she had looked up to her sister. Now, she loved her emotionally and physically. She knew Carol loved sex, male and female, but there seemed to be a special bond building between them. Susan knew something was wrong with what they were doing, but she couldn't help herself. She would do anything for Carol, and she felt Carol would do anything for her. She was in love.
* * *
Phil eased the GTO into a parking space near the gym door and turned the engine off. Carol sat snuggled against him and Susan was next to her, leaning on the door. Though the schoolyard and gym were packed with people, not many high school kids owned cars so the parking lot was relatively empty.
"You want to go in, now?" Phil asked.
Carol swallowed the last drop of beer in the can she held in her hand. Phil had stopped and picked up a six-pack on the way to the dance and the three of them had just driven around town, drinking.
"Sure," she replied. "You ready, Susan?"
"Just a minute," Susan answered, and threw her head back, guzzling the remainder of her beer. She was surprised to find that two cans of beer had her feeling pretty good. "Okay."
Susan opened the door and stepped out, Carol right behind her. The girls drew admiring, leering glances from the crowd of boys hanging around the door as they jumped from the car, their short skirts riding high on their legs, exposing plenty of naked thigh. Carol liked the attention and dallied a moment more than necessary, giving them a long look.
Phil came from the other side of the car and Carol slipped her arm around him as they walked toward the door, Susan behind them. Carol felt so proud, secure, happy in Phil's grasp.
"The band sounds pretty good," Carol remarked. The walls of the gym rocked from the music.
"Well, they're loud anyway," Phil joked.
"Hi, Carol."
"Hey, how are you doing, Carol?"
Carol acknowledged the greetings from some of the boys she knew around the door. Being with Phil, she heard none of the obscene, filthy remarks she often had directed at her when she was alone.
Not that she didn't live up to her reputation, it was just the way they cursed and laughed at her, so cruelly, so openly vicious. She just couldn't understand it, especially from the boys she had had sex with. She appreciated Phil. He was different, so different. He did use her for sex for him and his friends, but at least he seemed like he cared for her. He took her places and treated her with some respect. He was nice, kind, mature. As far as the sex was concerned, she wanted it every bit as much, if not more, than he did. She figured she might as well enjoy Phil while she could. She didn't love him, she just liked him a lot, and that was a good feeling. She hugged him.
Phil paid for the girls and himself and they walked inside together. They pushed their way through the dancing couples and found some empty chairs by the far wall. They sat down, Phil between Carol and Susan.
Carol was pretty much a regular at these dances. They were held every Saturday night after school football games, win or lose. She knew quite a few people here tonight, and more than her share, intimately. She had had some really wild sexual episodes during and after these dances, but not tonight. She was staying with Phil and her sister.
Phil knew most of the kids and was at ease, but Susan was a bit uncomfortable. She didn't really know anybody here, never having come to the high school for a dance before. She sat quietly next to Phil and just watched the people dancing, keeping time to the music by tapping her foot on the floor.
Phil asked the girls if they wanted sodas, and when they answered yes, went off to get them. Carol moved next to Susan.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Okay."
"Feel a little out of place?"
"Yeah," Susan replied. "Everyone seems so much older than me. I don't recognize anyone."
"I think Joey and Tom will be here later. At least you know them."
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"Well, don't worry. Phil and I won't leave you alone for more than a dance or two."
"Thanks, Carol."
They fell into silence, just listening to the music. The stage was at the other end of the gym, so their eardrums were in no danger of being burst by the loud sounds. Susan had something on her mind and she decided to tell Carol what it was.
"Carol?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"Could I ask you something . . . something weird?"
Carol laughed at her choice of words. "Sure. What?"
Susan glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot. She kept her voice low.
"I know this is strange," she said. "But I've been thinking about it. The other night, at Phil's, when you . . . you ate me." She paused. "Well, uhh, did I taste all right?"
"Fantastic."
"Even with Jerry's stuff inside me?"
"Of course," Carol answered honestly. Wow, she thought, this was really out of the blue. She couldn't help but smile. She gently touched Susan's thigh. "But I loved it because it came out of you, especially."
Susan felt her face flush. She was thrilled to hear her older sister say that. She wondered . . .
"Here's the refreshments." It was Phil with the soft drinks. Joey was with him.
"Hi, Carol. Hi, Susan."
"Hi, Joey," they answered in unison. They thanked Phil for the soda.
Joey and Phil sat down and the four of them talked together for a while.
Susan saw Jerry walk through the door of the gym. Her face brightened but he looked in her direction, then moved into the crowd away from her. She was surprised, and disappointed. She was sure that he had seen her. Why did he go off in the opposite direction?
Phil and Carol got up to dance.
"Do you want to dance?" Joey asked Susan, getting to his feet.
"No, thanks, Joey. Not right now. I have to go to the bathroom." She got up. "Excuse me."
He almost said he'd go with her but he didn't think she would appreciate the remark. She was acting very cool toward him tonight, like her mind was elsewhere. Susan hadn't been like that last night. Oh, well, plenty of other fish in the sea, he thought, and headed for a short blond standing a few feet away.
"Hi, babe. Want to dance?" he asked.
"I'd love to," she replied, and they moved onto the floor.
Susan walked slowly around the perimeter of the dance floor, eyeing the crowd, searching for Jerry. She wanted to talk to him, desperately. A few boys approached her and asked her to dance but she dismissed them coldly. She didn't mean to be like that, but she had other things on her mind.
Finally, she spotted him near the door to the girls' room, talking to another young couple. She walked toward him hesitantly. She was afraid he wouldn't want to talk to her. She knew he couldn't have missed seeing her when he walked in the door. It was difficult for her but she moved behind him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"Hi, Jerry."
He turned to her, blushing slightly. "Oh, hi, Susan," he answered quietly. There was an awkward silence. He broke it. "I'm sorry. Susan, this is Mary and John." They exchanged greetings, then lapsed into silence again. Jerry's eyes focused on the floor.
"Jerry, could I talk to you for a minute? In private?" Susan asked earnestly.
"All right." He turned to the others. "Excuse us, please."
Susan took his hand and guided him out the side door and into the darkness of the schoolyard. The door muffled the sounds from within quite well and the yard was quiet, peaceful and very isolated. It was early still, but later the yard would be crowded with romantically inclined young couples. Now it was deserted, but for Jerry and Susan. They moved against the wall of the building.
"Jerry, why did you leave the other night?"
"Because," he stated simply.
"But why? Jerry please tell me," she implored.
"Because of that other guy. He bothered me. I thought it was perverted, what you did with him."
"But we were all just having some fun. It didn't take anything away from what you and I were doing."
"It did for me," he stated, his eyes never leaving the ground. "It was wrong."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think it would bother you."
"It just seemed sick to me. Why did you have to do that like . . . a . . . tramp? I really liked you and then you had to do that."
"I still like you, Jerry. I want us to get along really well and then I did what I did. I just got carried away.
"It really pissed me off. I wanted it to be just you and me."
Susan cradled Jerry's head in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes.
"Jerry. I'm sorry, so sorry." She put her arms around him. "Maybe we could start all over again. Can't you forget about it?"
It was hard to resist the sweet, young, innocent face looking at him, or the warm, soft body pressed against his. Susan kissed him gently on the neck.
"Oh, Susan," he murmured, and grabbed her in his arms, kissing her on the mouth. He really liked her and was so disappointed that she had jerked off that other guy while they were making love. He would try to forget about it and just concentrate on the two of them. At least now they were alone. Susan was so cute and she excited him terribly. He couldn't deny his feelings for her.
Jerry pressed his mouth to hers and licked her lips and teeth and gums, swallowing the saliva. Her mouth tasted so fresh and clean. He thought of the last time he saw her, lying naked on the bed, jism filling her cunt and covering her face. The vision bothered him, but he fought to drive it from his mind. He moved his hands up and down her back as they kissed, now and then lightly brushing her tight buttocks. He felt his sexual desires heat and his cock began to stiffen rapidly.
Susan let Jerry's tongue explore her soft mouth, then followed it out and into his mouth with her own. Licking, sucking, swallowing. She felt his cock rise in his pants and pressed her body tight against him, loving the feel of the rock-hard bulge on her mound. She let her hands fall to his ass and she pulled on his cheeks brazenly. He jerked into her, gasping at her touch.
"Jerry, we're alone now," Susan whispered hopefully into his ear.
"Wh-what? Here?" He looked around anxiously. He couldn't see five feet in front of him in the pitch-black schoolyard. He was breathing heavily and wanted to take her, but he was nervous. He was worried about someone coming upon them.
"Yes, right here," Susan answered. "Oh, Jerry, I want to make love to you."
Susan kissed him hard to prevent any argument. He didn't offer much resistance. She reached down between their bodies and began to fondle his crotch, running her hands along the outline of his shaft. Jerry brought his hands up to her body and grabbed her small breasts, rubbing his hands harshly over the fabric-covered mounds, causing her nipples to harden and stick out through the cloth.
"Ummm ..." she moaned into her mouth.
Jerry lifted Susan's blouse and bent his head to her chest. He took a breast in his mouth, biting the skin. He swallowed it whole, sucking the soft flesh, running his tongue in little circles around her nipple. Susan held his head to her, loving the feel of his mouth on her tit. He moved to her other mound, caressing it with his wet lips, nibbling the pink, pert nipple.
Susan moved her hands down Jerry's body. She caught the top of his zipper and pulled it down. She reached inside the elastic of his underpants and snatched his cock, yanking it from its cloth covering. Jerry groaned excitedly as his hardened rod came free, bobbing in the air. Susan wrapped her hands around the engorged flesh and gently fingered his hard-on. She tickled his tiny piss-hole with a finger, while her hands slid up and down, rolling the hot flesh sensuously. A drop of pre-cum leaked onto her hand and she used the lubricant to make his cock slippery. She fought the urge to fall to her knees and suck him off--she really didn't know how much time they would have.
Jerry's hand fell to her crotch without any urging on her part, and he lifted her skirt up over her hips. His hand moved up her legs, then down into her panties, sliding over her sparsely haired mound to her slit. A finger ran along the moistened gash, rubbing her clitoris, then burying itself in her damp hole.
"Ohhh, Jerry!" Susan cried softly. Her cunt was wet and ready for him.
They stayed like that for a short while, Susan massaging his slick pole, he fucking her with his finger, his mouth still lapping at her tits. Susan wasn't about to lie on the dirty ground. She had a better idea. She lifted his head from her tits.
"Do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes . . . yes ..." he answered, his eyes glazed, his cock straining against her hand, throbbing.
Susan disengaged his hand from her cunt, his fingers wet and sticky. She turned toward the wall, bracing herself, and bent over at the waist. She lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down over her ass, exposing herself to him.
Jerry looked down at the ass being offered to him so willingly. Her cheeks were spread, the skin tight from her bending, and her thighs were straining. Her asshole and pussy gleaming invitingly in the darkness. She had such a pretty, young body, he thought as he leered at her. His cock bounced in the air impatiently. He moved behind her, his cock sliding between her thighs, burning the flesh with its heat.
"Ohhh ..." Susan moaned at the touch of his hot cock. She reached between her legs and caught him, guiding his hard-on to her cuntal opening. She held the tip against her wet, slick furrow, moving it around to make it slippery. She positioned him.
"Jerry, fuck me," she whispered.
He needed no further instructions. He pushed forward with all his weight and embedded himself in her with one long thrust. Susan moaned as he entered her and he grunted in reply. He let his cock soak in her warm pussy, feeling her cuntlips clasp him to her like tiny fingers. He pulled out, then shoved back in again, slowly, oh, so slowly,' savoring the moment. He had never made love like this before, and Susan hadn't either. He enjoyed the freedom the position offered him. His hands grasped her fleshy hips, squeezing, forcing her to move back .and forth on his rod. His cock glided easily up into her gaping hole and he took the opportunity to watch. It was terribly exciting. His taut cock, red, rock hard, moving in and out of her pink, clutching cuntlips. He had quite a view. He moved his hands up around her and grabbed her tits, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers, pinching the erect tips.
Susan moved her ass back and forth, meeting every inward thrust of Jerry's hips. Bent like this, she was able to receive every inch of his cock. And she accepted him with delight. She felt his hands move up to her chest and the roving fingers stimulated her something fierce. She took one of her hands from the wall and grabbed his scrotum, squeezing the sac tenderly. She purred with satisfaction and held his balls as he moved.
"Uhhh ..." Jerry groaned at the feel of her warm hand around his testicles. He was approaching orgasm.
Jerry began to fuck her with great passion. He forced his cock in and out of her rapidly, always massaging her breasts. Her pulsating pussy seemed to devour him as he plunged into her, her hands never releasing his balls. Faster and faster he moved, stuffing her, filling her. They moaned and groaned like a couple of animals, their breathing short, gasping.
"Ohhh, Jerry," Susan murmured huskily, pushing back to meet his spearing cock. "Fuck ... me ... "
Jerry felt his orgasm building in his loins and he was ready to blast off. His cock became a blur, moving in and out of Susan with tremendous speed. He moved a hand down and played with Susan's cunt as they fucked. Susan almost jumped at the electrifying touch of his hand on her already ravaged genitals. She pulled his cum-filled sac, begging for its seed.
"I'm . .. coming!" he cried.
Jerry shoved his rod into Susan as far as possible. It jerked mightily, then exploded, blasting hot fluid deep inside her. It triggered Susan's own orgasm and they remained tightly coupled, quiet cries and moans filling the night air. Jerry's cock twitched and ejaculated again, semen gushing into her hole. He was coming like crazy and he held her ass to his abdomen, drowning her pussy with sperm. Again and again his shaft pulsed, each time spewing forth more of the hot jism. Her cunt was saturated, brimming with semen and pussy-juice. His cock served as a plug, keeping the slimy fluids inside her.
"Ohhhh, Jerry," Susan whispered, wiggling her ass against him as his diminishing cock fell from her pussy with a noisy plop. Quickly, she pulled her panties up to keep the liquid from dripping down her legs and wetting her thighs or staining her skirt. Nonetheless, a trickle escaped and she wiped it up with her hand. She turned to face him. He hadn't moved at all, and his breath was still heavy. His cock looked red and raw, hanging out of his pants. It was sticky, slick with juices. He looked like he was ready to faint. His eyes were shut and he weaved slightly. Susan smiled and put his cock back inside his underpants, then pulled up his zipper. He opened his eyes.
Susan, I. . . I. . . really dig you ... a lot," he said, the words coming out broken. He gasped for breath.
"I really like you, too, Jerry," she replied. "Maybe, we can start over again."
They both smiled and he drew her to him and kissed her heavily on the mouth.
"We'd better get back inside before anyone comes out here," she said. "Besides, I have to get to the bathroom." Her panties were soaked and she knew they wouldn't hold back the tide of jism much longer. Arm-in-arm, they headed for the door.
Carol was almost in the locker room when she saw Jerry and Susan walk in the door and head for her. She waited for them to come up to her.
"Hi, Jerry. Hi, Susan." Carol caught Susan blushing slightly and knew immediately that they had been fucking. People just seemed to have a certain glow after intercourse. She decided to tease them. "Where have you guys been?"
"Hi, Carol. We were just outside. We went for a walk," Jerry said, his face flushed. Susan just nodded. "I'll wait for you here," he said to Susan, and the two girls entered the locker room.
They walked through the bathroom and into the rows of lockers. Somehow, they both knew that they wanted to be alone. During these dances, the bathroom was always crowded but the locker room beyond was deserted. No one had any reason to go there.
The girls walked back a bit, then sat on a bench, facing each other.
"You and Jerry balled, didn't you?" Carol inquired.
"How did you know?" Susan asked, her face red.
"I could just tell," Carol answered. She caressed her sister's thigh. "What you asked me before. Do you want me to eat you?"
Susan felt a bit embarrassed and was hesitant to admit her real feelings. "What? Here? With Jerry waiting outside?"
"Sure," Carol replied, and moved her hand up Susan's dress, caressing her younger sister's loins, feeling the sopping panties. "He'll wait and no one will come in here."
"Oh, God, Carol, I love you!" Susan cried, and she sat back on the bench, leaning her back against a locker. She spread her legs apart as she moved and Carol fell to her knees in front of her.
Carol reached up and undid Susan's skirt, letting it fall to the sides. She grabbed the elastic of her sister's panties, and as Susan lifted her hips, pulled them to the floor and discarded them carelessly. She squeezed Susan's soft thighs, then parted the young girl's cuntlips, watching the semen and pussy-juice leak from the hole. She licked a path up the girl's legs, arriving, finally, at the red gash. It was wet and sloppy, almost pulsating in excitement and anticipation. Carol stuck her tongue out and retrieved a drop of the fluid. She gulped it down noisily and with great satisfaction. Susan moaned at the flick of her sister's tongue.
"Ohhh, I love you, Carol," she whimpered. "Eat me!"
Susan pulled Carol's head to her genitals. Carol opened her mouth wide and started to suck the jism from Susan's hot pussy. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, slurping on the succulent box, draining it of its contents. She swallowed again and again, loving the taste and feel of the cum. She stuck her tongue deep into her sister's orifice, lapping the raw insides of her cunt. It tasted so good. Her hot breath blew into the pussy, inflaming Susan. Her tongue flicked around Susan's cunt like a thousand tiny fingers.
"Ohhhh ..." Susan moaned in pleasure. She ran her fingers through her sister's long, silky blond hair, holding her tight to her crotch.
"Ummm ..." Carol murmured in reply. Her sister tasted delicious and she went to work with wild abandon, heedless of the noise their act was producing. She devoured Susan's cunt, nibbling, chewing, slurping, sucking with vigor. She couldn't get enough of her sister's sweet cunt. "Ummm ..." she moaned again into the flesh.
Mrs. Jones walked through the bathroom and into the locker room. She was a teacher-chaperone at the dance and wanted to sneak a cigarette. How dumb, she thought. They didn't want you to smoke in front of the students. Well, a rule is a rule, she decided. She just thought it amusing that she was supposed to set an example for the kids. Christ, these kids today were doing things she would never even consider. Oh, well. She lit her smoke and moved back into the room. She thought she heard a noise and moved quietly to investigate. She was slightly apprehensive. There shouldn't be anybody here now. Maybe, some girls are sneaking some beer. If so, they were going to be in trouble. Mrs. Jones always played by the rules. It seemed to be coming from the next row, she realized, and turned into it. Susan sat on the bench. Carol knelt between her legs, her face buried in Susan's crotch.
"AHHHH!!" Mrs. Jones screamed.
Jerry and two other teachers heard the scream and rushed into the room.
"OH...MY...GODDD!!"
They stopped at the end of the row of lockers. Mrs. Jones stood stiff as a board, her face white, her finger pointing to the two girls. Carol jumped when she heard the scream and just stood there in a daze, her mouth slick with cunt-juice, her face wet and sloppy. Susan was lost. She had sat up but was in such an excited state, she barely knew where she was or what was going on. She seemed unaware that she had no pants on.
Jerry's face blanched at the sight. He couldn't believe it. He thought things were going to be different. Obviously, he was wrong. He turned away, disgusted, and walked out the door.
One of the two teachers was a man and he took charge of the situation. He maintained a coolly professional approach, which wasn't easy under the circumstances.
"Put these on," he ordered Susan as he handed her the skirt and panties. She did as he directed, now painfully aware of the watchful eyes of three teachers. Her face was bright red in shame.
"What are your names?" he demanded.
"Ca-Carol. . . Morgan."
"Su-Sus-an."
"Susan what?" he yelled.
"Su-san . . . Morgan."
"You're . . . sisters?!" he blurted, incredulous. They didn't answer. "My God! Come with me!" The five of them walked out of the locker room and out to the dance floor. They pushed through the inquisitive crowd that had gathered and walked down the hall to the Principal's office.
"Wait here," he ordered as they entered the waiting room.
The girls sat down, their eyes on the floor, carefully avoiding the wide-eyed stares of the other teachers.
The Principal finally emerged and regarded the young girls with disgust.
"Your parents are on their way to pick you up," he said. "As of this moment, you are officially expelled from school." Their gazes never moved from the floor. "You girls need help. You're sick," he concluded, and left them, walking back to his office. They waited for their parents.
* * *
The two girls waited in their own rooms while their parents argued in the kitchen. Mr. Morgan had smacked them around a little, but their mother had interceded when he had removed his belt. Now the girls could barely make out what they were saying. There was an awful lot of screaming and yelling going on. One thing was for certain, they were in a hell of a lot of trouble. Susan was crying softly into her pillow. Carol just sat on her bed, wondering what was going to happen to them.
Finally, Mrs. Morgan came up and told them to come down to the kitchen. Her eyes were tearing.
Mr. Morgan didn't say a word when they walked into the room. He didn't even look at them, he just stared out the window, his face red with anger. Mrs. Morgan did all the talking.
"God only knows what got into you girls," she began. "You know we've tried to be good parents to you." Carol suppressed a laugh at that. "I really don't know what to say," she continued, her voice cracking with emotion. She was ready to start crying again. "Carol, we're going to send you up to live with Aunt Mary. I just talked to her a few hours ago and she wants to try to help you. If we could afford it, we would send you to a hospital." Carol felt like telling her she wasn't sick.
"Susan, we're going to keep you here and send you to a school across town. I don't know how you got started in this but you're young enough to get a new start on life. I can only hope that this hasn't scarred you permanently." Susan and her mother cried together. "Carol, get packed. I'm driving you up to Aunt Mary's in an hour."
Carol went to her room and packed. She would sure miss Susan, but not her parents. Especially not her father. She filled one suitcase with clothes and headed downstairs. Her mother could send the rest of her stuff after she was settled.
"Where's Susan?" she asked, entering the kitchen. Only her mother was there, and she gave her a look that could kill.
"She's inside," her mother answered coldly.
"I just wanted to say goodbye to her."
"You can write. Let's get going."
Carol wanted to see Susan one last time but was afraid her mother would throw a fit if she insisted. She would write to her and, hopefully, they would be able to get together once in a while. She took a last look at the house and left.
Susan was on her parent's bed, crying her eyes out. Her mother had tried to comfort her, telling her everything would be all right, but she knew it wouldn't be. How could it be? She was losing the person she loved. Carol. She heard the car pull out of the driveway and buried her head in the pillow.
