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There are four chapters in this posting. They are all I have. I do
not have any more of the chapters. No more of the chapters do I have,
nor can I post any more for you.
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GOODY GOODY GIRLS
CHAPTER ONE
Maggie Peters was starting her senior year in Blasedalte High as
sexually unsated as she had ended the previous semester. She was so
horny, every time she took a step she could feel her panties dampen
more and suck up into the rubbery slit of her hot little pussy. After
a lonely summer at her grandparent's farm in Nebraska, she had
returned to Rochester, New York, no more hopeful than when she had
left.
She was a delicate looking eighteen year old with dark hair and a
petite figure. Her breasts, like the rest of the women in her family,
were unusually large, making her waist appear even tinier than it was
in her pale blue blouse. She wore a pleated skirt, knee high socks and
saddle shoes. Her soft brown eyes scanned the corridor until she
located her best friend, Karen Sheen.
Karen, a fetching blonde with the same big-breasted problem as
her friend, waved when she spotted Maggie. "Hi," she gushed, excited
to see her friend. "Boy, did I miss you. How was the farm?"
"A farm," Maggie answered without any enthusiasm. "Are these our
lockers?"
"That's yours and this is mine," Karen said, patting a door
separated by another locker.
"Couldn't we get them side by side?"
"I tried, but this is what they gave me."
"Wonder what kind of dork the put between us?"
"Hey, don't be so down. We're seniors. One more year of this
prison and we're free for good."
Maggie forced a grin. "That's the first encouraging thing I've
heard since I got back."
"Didn't you meet any boys or anything while you were out there?"
Maggie hung her sweater in her locker and shut the door. "I don't
think they have boys in Nebraska," she said above the din of
youngsters racing to their classes.
"Then you didn't lose it?" Karen asked shyly.
"Lose what?"
"You know," Karen said, shifting her weight from side to side and
lowering her eyes. "Your cherry."
The two girls had made a pact at the end of the last term that
this summer would be the season of their deflowering.
"Hardly," Maggie said as she turned and followed the pretty
blonde down the hall to their homeroom. "My cherry's so in tact I'm
surprised I haven't started attracting fruit flies."
"I know the feeling."
"I thought you were going to rape one of the guys on the
basketball team or something."
Karen giggled. "The closest I got to a jockstrap this summer was
when I washed my brother's swim trunks."
"We've got to do something about our virginity," Maggie said,
stopping abruptly. "It's almost embarrassing."
Her friend turned around to face her. "Yeah, but what?"
"I don't know," Maggie answered wistfully, "but if I don't get a
hard peter up my quim pretty soon I'm going to explode. I'm sick and
tired of just playing with myself. I want someone else to stick some-
thing up there."
"You're awful," Karen laughed in a whisper.
"You know I'm not awful. I'm just trying to be honest. You want
to get fucked as bad as I do."
"Yeah, but we're the goody-goody girls of Blasedalte High," Karen
said, thinking if anyone heard how she and her friend were talking now
they would soon change their minds.
Maggie knew what Karen said was true. Since childhood they had
been prim and proper little girls, and no matter how attractive they
had gotten, or how large their tits had gotten, the prudishness of
their upbringing had stayed with them. The two good looking eighteen
year olds were strictly hands off. "Well, we've got to do something
about changing our reputations, and we've got to do it fast."
"What do you suggest, march naked into the locker room when the
boys are showering after practice? My goodness, we'd start a full
scale gang-bang."
"I don't care what we start as long as my box gets filled with a
nice stiff prick." Maggie's eyes suddenly lit up. "You know, that's
not such a bad idea."
"Getting gang-banged by the basketball team?"
"No, marching into the boys locker room."
"Get serious."
"No, listen. They were installing a new locker for the equipment
when I came to school. It's four times the size of a regular locker.
We could hide in there until there's just two guys in the shower and
maybe we could get something besides our fingers in our pussies."
"You just happened to be going by the boys locker room this
morning?" Karen kidded.
"Daydreaming about hard dicks, if you want to know the truth,"
Maggie admitted in a soft blush. "I overheard the assistant coach say
the new equipment won't be in till Wednesday, so the empty locker will
make a perfect hiding place."
"When do we pull off this grand sexcapade?"
"This afternoon."
"Well, I'm game if you are," Karen said with a wink as the bell
sounded and a bunch of kids rushed past them to get to their seats in
time.
*****
When the two sex starved teenagers snuck into the boys locker
room at three-thirty, it was totally empty and the sounds of their
footfalls echoed eerily through the spartan room. The lockers were
back to back, creating two narrow rows fronted with benches. The place
was stagnant with the sweet ballsy odor of sweaty jockstraps. The
huge, new locker was facing the wide arch of the shower room where
most of the faucets were easily visible.
Trying to suppress her giggles, Maggie climbed into the large
metal compartment and waited for her friend to join her. They closed
the door and peered out the slits in the top as they eagerly
anticipated the end of basketball practice.
"Should we take our clothes off?" Karen asked in a low whisper,
feeling her heart pounding wildly beneath her large breasts and a warm
glow kindling the fire in her snatch.
"How about just our skirts?" Maggie suggested as she unbuttoned
her waistband and let her pleated skirt fall to her ankles. Her heart
was beating rapidly too, and her small erect nipples were straining
painfully inside the lacy cups of her bra.
Karen unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor of the metal
compartment like her friend's. When she reached for Maggie's crotch,
her hand was immediately greeted with the wiry feel of the other
girl's shaggy bush. "You don't have any panties on," she gushed out
loud, then lowered her voice as she petted the abundant growth of cunt
hairs and trailed her fingertips between the moist lips. "Did you come
to school like that?"
"I took them off after lunch," Maggie answered in a heavy breath
while Karen's fingers found her clit and began massaging it. "My pussy
got them so wet I couldn't wear them." Using both of her hands, she
shoved the blonde's undies over her luscious ass and down to her
ankles, then eagerly began exploring Karen's quim. The other girl's
bush wasn't nearly as dense as Maggie's. "You're already soggy."
The blonde nodded in the darkness of the closed locker as she
worked her underpants off her feet, finding it difficult to move
around in the cramped quarters and not wanting to stray too far from
her girlfriend's probing fingers. "So are you."
When the locker room door suddenly swung open and banged against
the wall, they both ceased speaking but kept their fingers squirming
around in each other's juicy cunt.
Much to their disappointment, with the exception of the team's
captain and star player, Mike Foster, and the team manager, Norman
Green, they couldn't see any of the boys disrobe. But they could smell
the ripe cock odors and hear the sounds of shorts and tops wet with
perspiration being yanked off along with damp jockstraps.
Mike stood in the center of the arch and hauled his jersey up over
his brawny chest. The hair in his armpits was as dark and shaggy as
the hair on his head. "Come on, you cocksuckers, let's get showered
and out of here. Move your asses." He stripped off his shorts, and in
just his athletic supporter, turned and bent over to untie his
sneakers. When he did, his firm asscheeks parted and he gave the two
girls hiding in the new equipment locker an unobstructed shot of his
almost hairless asshole.
Maggie felt Karen's finger suck deeper into her hairy cunt and she
let her's do the same in the other girl's small soggy quim.
"Who you calling a cocksucker?" one of his teammates quipped,
running bare assed into the showers and turning the faucets on one
after the other. He was soon joined by sixteen other balls-naked
youths, the cheeks of their hind ends dimpling as their long-legged
strides carried them into the tiled room. Soon the shower was filled
with the sounds of running water and the shouts and laughter which
accompanies nude young men involved in horseplay.
After yanking down his supporter, Mike turned to inspect the
locker room to make sure the rest of the team was under the sprays.
His long cut cock dangled over his large balls as he absently combed
his fingers through his pubic thatch. He was a tall lanky teenager
with well-developed muscles and a rugged face. His fingers went lower,
and as he pulled on his expanding meat, the large head of his purple
flange began to inflate.
Maggie raised her fingers to her mouth, wetting the tips and
tasting her girlfriend's spicy juices before returning her hand to the
blonde's snatch. "Ah, look at Mike's big beautiful cock. Is he ever
hung!" she said in a soft, lust-filled tone, never taking her eyes
from the slits in the metal door.
"What I wouldn't give to see that pecker hard," Karen whispered
back, totally mesmerized by Mike's meat.
Norman, the only one in the room who hadn't bothered to shed his
clothes, was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a striped pullover. He
was a slender youth with thin limbs and a small butt who barely came
up to Mike's shoulder. His face was pimply but cute.
"I guess that's everyone, Norm."
"Yeah," the shorter youth answered, leering at the naked team cap-
tain.
"Why don't you get us some towels and maybe we can hustle everyone
out of here."
"Got a hot date, huh, Mike?"
The good looking captain grinned and openly stroked his hardening
cock in front of the skinny boy. "Something like that," he answered as
he turned and walked into the showers, his heavy balls swinging
between his thighs as he moved.
While everyone was busy soaping up their cocks and balls and
asses, Norman, stood in profile and stared into the shower room.
Unconsciously, his hand slid down to his crotch, gently rubbing the
mound beneath his zipper. The more he rubbed, the larger the mound
grew. When one of the naked young men under the jets of rushing water
turned and looked out, the manager abruptly twisted away, hurrying out
of view.
"Looks like there's no sense in trying to get Norm to fuck us,"
Maggie whispered, trying not to titter.
"What do you mean?" Karen replied in a distant tone. She had been
too busy ogling all the wet, gleaming bodies and naked swinging meat
to have taken any notice of Norman.
"I think he's got a thing for boys."
"What makes you say that?"
"He was playing with himself while he was watching what we're
watching."
"To each his own," Karen said disinterestedly, humping her hips to
get more of Maggie's finger up her snatch.
As if on cue, all the showers turned off but one and the two girls
got an eyeful of bare peckers and balls as the teenage squad came
racing out of the steamy room. There were cocks of every shape, size
and description, some long, some short, some with foreskin, most cut
and banded with circumcision scars; there were also large puffy
scrotums as well as small ball sacs that barely showed beneath the
soft tubes of flesh in the front and a variety of slender-hipped,
long-limbed bodies to match. In minutes the room quieted down and Mike
was the only one left with his shower still going. The door banged
against the wall repeatedly as the basketball players departed,
dressed in their street clothes.
Norman came to the archway again and stood for several moments
eyeing the good looking brunette sudsing up his broad back and humpy
asscheeks. The skinny youth had his hands deep in his pockets, and the
girls could see his fingers moving rapidly beneath his zipper. "The
last of them are gone," he finally called to the team captain. "It's
all yours. I left your towel on the bench."
"Okay, Norm," Mike answered without turning. "See you tomorrow."
When Norman disappeared from view, the girls heard the door squeak
on its hinges, then footsteps pad softly back into the room. One of
the lockers imitated the sounds of the door, then except for Mike's
shower and the water gurgling in the drain, the room was quiet again.
Maggie had worked two fingers up Karen's quim and was trying for a
third when they heard the door open once more. Julie Pratt came strut-
ting into the boys room as big as life in her red and white
cheerleader uniform, her pretty legs bare from mid-thigh to her
ankles. "You by yourself, Mike?" she yelled as her gaze swept around
the dressing room.
He turned to her under the spray, grinning and humping his hips in
her direction. "What do you think?" he asked in a lusty voice. His
cock was bone hard and stood far out from his gleaming wet crotch. He
let his hand ease over his throbbing pecker and worked it down to his
large, low hanging balls.
"By the size of your hardon, I'd say if you're not alone then that
pervert, Norman Green, must be in there on his knees," she giggled,
stripping off her short skirt and yanking her letter sweater up over
her head. In seconds she had her tennis shoes, bra and panties heaped
in a pile on the floor with her other clothes. Her tits, though not
large, were firm and molded to perfection, her nipples looking like
two miniature hardons.
"Norm's okay," Mike said good-naturedly as he continued to play
with himself and his grin widened.
"He's a fag," the redhead said flatly as she padded bare assed
into the shower and wrapped her arms around the team captain. Her full
breasts squashed against the teenager's lower rib cage while she
rubbed her small pussy over his lower thigh, careful not to get her
hair wet.
"I don't know that and neither do you. He likes to pull his pud
while the team showers, but that doesn't make him queer. I'll bet
we're the only naked flesh he's ever seen. He probably doesn't even
know what a cunt looks like."
"I think he's queer."
"How do know I'm not queer?" Mike asked as he bent his knees lower
and let Julie get a firm grip on his huge boner.
She steered the meaty head of his hard dick to the junction of her
lovely legs and let it stab into her waiting cunt. "Queers don't fuck
like you do."
"Oh, yeah?" Mike said, giving his pelvis a shove and spearing his
pecker into Julie's quim. Soon his long thick shaft was in up to his
massive balls. "How many queers have you fucked lately?"
"You know no one but you gets to ball me," the pretty little
redhead answered in a breathless gasp. She straddled her legs far
apart to give his strong thighs more room.
"So you don't know whether I fuck like a fag or not," Mike teased,
pumping his cock slowly in and out of his girlfriend's hot box. With
each thrust, his spongy testicles whipped up and slapped the redhead
in the ass.
"All I know is I like the way you fuck," Julie moaned. "Oh, Mike,
your cock feels so good shoved up inside me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me
good!"
"You love my cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Mike. I love your big, fat cock. You know I do."
The team captain sped up the pistoning action of his hips. "You'd
do anything for that cock wouldn't you, Julie? No matter what I
asked?"
"Anything," Julie answered as she clutched his muscular physique
tightly to her small full breasts and dug her nails into his shoulders
until they left white trails on his skin.
"You'd eat that cock for me, wouldn't you? You'd slide it deep in
your throat and work it until my hot cum drenched your tonsils?"
"I'll eat it now, if you want," she panted, "but just don't stop
fucking me!"
"You'd lick my balls and suck them into your mouth?"
"Yes, Mike! Oh, yes!"
"Chew on my pubes and lick my armpits?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Shove your sweet little tongue up my shithole?"
"Yes, Mike! Anything!"
"And let Norm Green stick his cock up your cunt if I told you to?"
Julie's mouth gapped open and she lifted her head from the team
captain's chest, but the bare cheeks of her well-shaped ass didn't
stop jiggling for a second as she continued to ride Mike's pecker.
"Yes," she finally answered in a soft tone. "I'd even fuck that
pervert if you told me to."
Both Maggie and Karen turned to each other in the dark interior of
the locker and exchanged a shocked expression. Their fingers fucked
with all the more gusto as they heard Julie's declaration. Julie was
one of the most popular girls in high school, and though everyone
suspected she was intimate with Mike, no one would have guessed the
power the good looking basketball captain had over the head
cheerleader.
"Shove your finger up my asshole, Julie," Mike commanded. "Work it
way up inside. You know what I like."
The pretty redhead reached around the boy's shiny wet hindend,
traced along his smooth crack until she was near his balls, found the
tiny opening at the base of his cockroot and poked her finger through
the rim until she had it in past the second knuckle.
"Pull it out," Mike's husky voice ordered after a few moments when
he felt himself approaching that point-of-no-return. His hips had
started ramming at lightening speed the moment he felt her finger
pierce his anus.
Julie did as she was told, making a popping noise which was
audible over the shower when she uncorked her finger.
"Now, stick it in you mouth."
Maggie and Karen watched in amazement as the cheerleader eased the
finger coated with Mike's asshole juices between her lips.
Suddenly, Mike's pelvis froze with his hard pecker deep in Julie's
cunt. While she squirmed around on his rod, completely impaled on his
hard flesh, his body spasmed and gush after gush of hot manseed shot
up the cheerleader's sweet little quim.
"You're cumming, Mike!" she squealed as she felt his scalding load
erupt inside her. "You're filling my cunt full of your love juice! Oh,
Mike, I'm cumming too!" She held him even tighter as wave after wave
of heated ecstasy ebbed through her small frame.
"Did you see that?" Karen hissed softly, twisting her fingers
around in Maggie's snatch.
"I wish I could feel it."
"Are you close to cumming?"
"Not a chance."
"Me neither."
When Julie's body settled down, Mike pulled his still hard cock
out and gave it a gentle shake. He took a bar of soap and lovingly
washed the girl's small pretty tits, her full ass and her cum-soaked
pussy. "You okay?"
The redhead nodded, taking the soap from him and lathering up his
cock and balls.
"You like it when I talk dirty like that, don't you?"
"Just like you like my finger shoved up your ass when you cum,"
she purred, tugging gently on his testicles and working more suds into
the concave of his groin.
"You really get hot."
"Just looking at you makes my pussy all soggy inside."
"You want to try all those things I said I'd make you do?"
"Sure," Julie answered without flinching.
A devilish gleam crept into Mike's playful gaze. "Which means if I
were to find Norm, you'd prove what you said earlier?"
A look of rage flared in Julie's gaze while the color drained from
her face. In the heat of her anger, she flung the bar of soap at the
bare assed boy and stalked out of the shower. "Fuck him yourself," she
screamed, grabbing up her clothes and rushing naked into the hall.
(End of Chapter 1)
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GOODY GOODY GIRLS
CHAPTER TWO
By the time Julie had stalked out of the locker room, Mike's
hardon had softened considerably and was arcing comfortably over his
plump testicles. He gave the thick piece of meat a few easy strokes,
then stepped back underneath the shower to rinse the suds from his
well muscled body.
Maggie had three of her fingers embedded in Karen's snatch and her
thumb stroking the blonde's swollen clit. Her friend may not have cum,
but by the way she was humping her ass around in the cramped locker,
she was pretty damned close. "Quiet, or Mike will hear us," Maggie
cautioned not exactly cooled off herself.
The shower ceased and the basketball captain paraded his naked
frame out into the dressing room, looking as good with his cock
dangling loosely over his swaying balls as he had when he was plowing
the redhead's snatch. He took his time dressing, making the duration
of the wait almost unbearable for the two girls hiding in the
equipment locker. But presently, he had stashed his gear and was
gone.
The male sanctuary was as silent as before, the only thing left
behind was the thinning clouds of steam and the lingering odors of
freshly scrubbed genitals.
Carefully, Maggie opened the door of the equipment locker and
stepped out into the large room. She felt a gust of warm, humid air
hit her bare flesh the moment she was out of the compartment. Having
nothing on but her short blue blouse and her socks and shoes, the
petite teenager felt lusty and wanton. She was naked from her navel to
her knees, her ample, dark brown bush totally drenched with her heavy
flow of fuck lubricant.
"The coast is clear," she said, turning and peering back at her
friend.
The pretty blond was thrust into the far corner of the large
locker stripped bare assed like her friend and panting heavily.
Resenting the absence of her girlfriend's attentions to her cunt, she
had the index finger of each hand shoved up her dripping twat, ramming
them in as fast as she could. "I'm so hot, Maggie!" she moaned, "I
can't stand it!" Keeping her fingers wedged in her small quim, she
waddled out and plopped her bare ass on the nearest bench.
"So am I," Maggie agreed, feeling the teasing itch in her soggy
box as she watched what her friend was doing. "We went to all this
trouble and that bitch Julie's the one who got fucked." She let a
stray finger feather through her bush, parting the outer, lily-like
petals of her cunt as she squatted in front of her girlfriend.
"Did you hear the things Mike made Julie promise she would do to
him?" Karen asked in a heated hush as she finger fucked herself.
"Yeah," Maggie answered, probing her finger between her own spread
thighs.
"Suck his cock," Karen tittered.
"And his balls," Maggie responded.
"And his pubes."
"And eat out his ass."
"I'd do all those things for him and more if he were to ask me,"
Karen volunteered in a throaty whisper, plunging her fingers in and
out so fast her whole body shook. Two of her buttons came unhooked and
her bra was pushing through the opening, the large cleavage of her
creamy breasts exposed.
"Yeah, but would you go as far as to fuck Norman?"
They both giggled.
"I'd even fuck Norman now," Karen admitted after a moment or two
of silence interrupted only by the sounds of their busy fingers mastur
bating. "Any cock up my cunt would feel better than playing with my-
self."
At the sound of a sudden movement in back of Karen, both girls
jerked their heads around, alarm spreading over their faces. Then
Maggie put her finger to her lips and nodded to the blonde as she
climbed onto the bench and grabbed the handle of one of the lockers.
Both of them had forgotten about the footsteps padding back into the
dressing room before Julie showed up. With a quick flick of her wrist,
Maggie snapped the door open.
Both of the girls' eyes bugged out and their mouths dropped open
when they saw Norman.
His short body was squashed into the narrow compartment, his tan
slacks and his dark brown briefs roped around his knobby knees. His
striped pullover had been rolled up above his pale nipples and his
huge hard cock protruded from his fist which was pumping a mile a
minute. Difficult as it was to believe, the skinny little team
manager's erect pecker was even larger than Mike's whopper. "Oh,
shit!" he cried when he realized his hiding place had been discovered.
"Well, look what Norman Green's got between his legs," Maggie
gushed, her eyes glued to the huge purple knob. A steady drool of lube
was dripping from the wide piss slit in the tip of the spongy glans
and was smearing the surrounding surface with it's slick fluid. She
felt her pussy twitch in response to Norm's meaty pecker and caught
herself licking her lips.
"I'm looking; I'm looking," Karen said, her face consumed by a
lusty smile. She had pulled her fingers out of her snatch when her
friend had discovered the youth's hiding place and discreetly sat with
her legs crossed while she stared at the large erect cock jutting from
the team manager's groin and the egg-sized testicles dangling below.
Norman was easily a year older than either one of the girls but
because of his size and pimply complexion, he looked more like a
snotty-nosed freshman than a senior... except in the cock department.
That was one part of his anatomy which had definitely grown up.
"What are you two doing here?" Norman asked angrily, his fingers
stalled on his swollen fuck pole. He had reasoned if he stopped
beating his meat and pulled his hand away, he would only end up
exposing more of his hard peter. If he kept pumping on his prick, he
would more than likely cum all over the three of them. So instead, he
just held his hardon in front of his flat belly, wishing his ball
juice would stop seeping out and dripping on his fingers.
"Doing the same thing you were doing, Norman, watching all the
naked boys shower," Maggie said cattily.
Norman blushed and shook his head. "I was watching Mike fuck
Julie."
"Before that."
"Well, I have a right; this is the boys locker room," Norm said in
his own defense. "Girls have no business in here."
"Neither do you, not doing what you're doing."
"A lot of guys beat off in here," the team manager stammered,
giving his rigid pecker a squeeze. He wished for the life of him he
could make his hardon go down. But that wasn't likely with the two
pretty girls next to him stripped from the waist down. "Sometimes they
even have circle jerks."
"I'll bet you love that, Norm; all those nude studs playing with
themselves while you watch them and play with yourself." Maggie was
getting more than a small thrill out of teasing the embarrassed youth.
"That's not any different than what the two of you were doing."
"What do you mean?"
"Why else would you be running around half dressed with your
pussies all wet?" he asked, staring at first the brunette's sticky
bush and then over Karen's shoulder at her tangled thatch.
Maggie had been so engrossed in Norman's huge cock and in ribbing
the youth. she had forgotten she was strutting around bare assed. She
dropped her hands to the V of her legs and immediately sat down
opposite her friend.
"You were fingering your cunts while you watched that parade of
naked cock meat, weren't you?" Norm said, finally feeling like he had
the upper hand on the pretty brunette.
Kicking off his shoes, he squirmed out of his slacks and shorts
and stepped out of the locker onto the bench, standing brazenly naked
from his jersey down. He leaned next to Karen with his tremendous
boner almost in her pretty face.
"Where were you hiding so no one would find you? You don't know
whose locker is whose." Turning, he spotted the open door of the new
storage compartment. "Of course, in there." He gave his cock a couple
of long, slow strokes and grinned at Maggie. "Well, here's what you
came to see. You want to feel it up? Go ahead, I don't mind."
With the tables turned, Maggie lost most of her spunk and was
almost speechless. "Yes," she answered softly, getting to her feet and
reaching for the knob of Norman's big ram.
"Not so fast," the skinny boy said playfully, shoving her hand out
of the way and leaping off the bench. "You get to feel mine only if
you promise that I can feel yours."
Maggie glanced at her friend who only shrugged and returned her
gaze to Norman's hindend. Karen was staring right into the team mana-
ger's ass crack, and it was all she could do to keep her own hands off
the youth.
"Well, how about it?" Norman asked again, flagging the dark-haired
girl with his leaking dick. "You let me touch yours and I'll let you
touch mine."
Reluctantly, Maggie dropped her bare ass back down on the bench.
"Okay, you can touch it...but that's all."
Norman squatted down in front of Maggie and slid his hand over her
knees which were clenched tightly together. "Spread your legs."
Slowly, Maggie opened her thighs.
"Farther."
Taking a deep breath, she splayed her legs as far apart as she
could. When she did, the lips of her quim parted, giving Norm an unob-
structed shot of the fleshy folds of her tiny box.
The youth crawled between her legs and lowered his face to the
brunette's tight snatch, using his finger to trace the velvety smooth
perimeter and easing the soggy pubes out of the way. "You've got a
lovely pussy, Maggie," he said in a lust-filled voice, his face almost
in her large muff. His finger slipped inside, then worked up to her
swollen clit.
Maggie squirmed around on the bench, scissoring her legs about the
boy's neck and panting hard.
"You like that, huh?" Norm said with a teasing grin, rubbing the
shiny red rosebud and watching the reaction on Maggie's face.
"Uh-hu," she whimpered.
He brought his face closer and squirmed his tongue across the tip
of her cunt, sucking the bloated clitoris between his lips. He loved
the heat and smell of the sticky fuck hole, his rod getting harder and
spitting out more lube as he ate the girl.
"Oh, shit, that's wonderful!" Maggie cried. "You've eaten pussy
before!"
Norm shook his head, keeping her clit in his mouth and talking
into her hot juicy cunt. "Not true, but I've watched Mike eat pussy."
"You're a natural," Maggie cooed, trying to force more of her
snatch into Norm's face. She had forgotten that she had made him
promise that all he would do was touch.
Suddenly, he pulled his head back and stood up. "Now, you do me,"
he said, wiping her cunt lubricants from his face, then licking his
hand.
Maggie took the large hard pecker between her fingers and stroked
it gently up and down. She loved the feel of the throbbing piece of
meat even more than she thought she was going to. It was smooth and
firm, like a fleshy bat and as hot as her own quim.
"You can handle it rougher than that," Norm said. "It won't
break."
Maggie started pumping in earnest, thrilling to the feel of the
hot meat gliding through her fist.
"Do you want to taste it?"
Maggie's eyes trailed self-consciously back to Karen who was
finger fucking herself again and hungrily watching both of them.
"Should I?"
"Do you want to?" Karen whispered, once again ogling Norm's ass.
"Of course she wants to; don't you, Maggie? See the way her mouth
is watering to get her lips wrapped around my hard fuck pole."
"Yes," she said to her girlfriend, trying to ignore what Norm was
saying.
"Then, kiss my cock," the team manager encouraged in a husky
voice. "Stick my dick in your sweet little mouth."
Without another moment of deliberation, Maggie let Norm's huge
pecker glide across her tongue. In seconds he was face fucking her for
all he was worth, and she was loving every stroke. Her hands sailed up
to his bare ass and her fingers probed for his crack while she felt
his large balls bang into her chin.
"You're a damn good cocksucker for a goody-goody girl, Maggie,"
Norman hissed, really humping his joint into the brunette's mouth
while he held the back of her head. "You're so fucking good, you're
going to make me cum."
As she felt his body tense and the lips of his glans spasm, Maggie
tried to back away, but she only managed to pin herself against the
lockers. By the time she could shake her head and mumble a few
indistinguishable syllables around the thick hose of flesh lodged in
her craw, Norm was gushing out his load. Volley after volley of gooey
ball cream spurted over her slick tongue and down her throat.
When Norm pulled his cock out of Maggie's mouth he had a sheepish
grin stamped to his face. "I'm sorry. I was just too damn close to
stop."
"You pig!" Maggie stammered, wiping her hand across her lips to
remove a smear of his cum. "You fucking dork!" She scrambled to her
feet and rushed to the equipment locker. Yanking Karen's skirt out and
flinging it at her, she found her own and slipped it on. "You came in
my mouth, you turd!"
"I told you I was sorry," Norm said lamely, covering his softening
cock with one hand while he reached into the locker he had been hiding
in and pulled out his shorts.
"You're nothing but a fucking fag, just like Julie said."
"I am not. You're just pissed because you had to swallow my cum
load. What were you sneaking around the boys dressing room for if you
didn't want to get a taste of cock?"
"I didn't want anyone to squirt down my throat."
Norman shrugged, turned his back on Maggie and Karen and yanked on
his shorts. When he glanced over his shoulder, they were both gone.
"Girls!" he breathed in a disgusting tone, then reached for his
slacks.
(End of Chapter 2)
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GOODY GOODY GIRLS
CHAPTER THREE
"What are you so upset about?" Karen asked as she rushed to catch
up with Maggie who was storming down the corridor toward the front
entrance of the high school.
"That little rat bastard came in my mouth!" Maggie hissed, wiping
her lips with the back of her hand for the tenth time. It didn't do
any good. The ripe flavor of fresh semen still lingered on her tongue,
as if Norman's thick cream had permanently saturated her flesh.
"We went there to get laid," Karen reminded her friend.
"I don't care what we went there for, I never had any intentions
of letting that pimply little runt shoot off in my mouth. I feel like
nothing more than a human condom."
"I doubt that you're the first girl who's ever swallowed a load of
cum without being warned in advance."
"I don't care if I'm the first or the last. I don't like the idea
of a boy thinking he can stick his dick in my mouth and let loose with
all that nasty ball juice."
"I don't know what you're so upset about," Karen mused. "By the
way you were sucking his cock, I got the impression you were enjoying
it. I kind of wished it had been me."
"So do I," Maggie said with a scowl, then suddenly heard herself
talking and broke into a laugh. "I guess it is silly, isn't it? I just
didn't expect him to squirt down my throat."
"Well, we know something Julie doesn't know."
"What's that?"
"That Norman Green is anything but queer. Did you see the way he
went after eating your pussy? He really got a charge out of that."
"He got a charge?" Maggie said with a grin. "I was the one on the
other end of his tongue, remember? Now that was a charge, believe me!"
"What did it feel like?"
"Like heaven," the brunette purred, pressing her legs firmly
together to soak up some of her overflow still streaming from her
snatch.
"And what was it like when you sucked him off?"
"Like wrapping my lips around a big fat sausage," Maggie said in a
whisper, "and I could smell and taste that delightful male flavor of
his. You know something?" Her eyes grew suddenly very sober. "If he
hadn't cum in my mouth, I would have let him stick his cock up my
pussy. I really wanted him to fuck me. I think that's the reason I
was so pissed when he cut loose."
Karen made a face. "I was hoping he would fuck both of us. And you
know what else?"
"What?"
"When he started cumming in your mouth, I was wishing it were me
swallowing that hot cream. My monkey got all gooey and warm inside."
Maggie knew that even if Karen didn't mean it, she was trying to
make them both feel better about Norman's surprise conquest in the
locker room. "That's nice Karen." Her eyes suddenly bolted to the
front door. "Oh terrific!" she cried as she spotted Mrs. Peters.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot Mom was picking me up after school to do some shopping."
She broke away from her friend in a brisk walk. "Would you get my Lit.
book out of my locker and take it home with you?"
"Sure."
"I'll see you at seven."
"You're place or mine?"
"Call me."
Maggie and her mother were already outside by the time Karen
started down the hall to collect her and her friend's text books. As
she walked along, she felt the autumn breeze from an open window ply
at the folds of her skirt and rush up between her legs.
The tingling softness of the fresh air currents had just kissed
the outer recesses of her snatch when she stopped abruptly, suddenly
aware that she was missing one of her garments. "My panties!" she
gasped out loud, then flashed her eyes about the empty hall to make
sure no one had heard her.
She knew only too well she had left them in the equipment locker.
Maggie hadn't bothered to hand them to her with her skirt. Because of
summer camp, all of her underwear had her name stamped inside. The
only thing to do was to go back and retrieve them before someone else
found the tiny bikinis.
Sullenly, she marched back to the dressing room and carefully
pushed the door open. The place was as silent and still as the first
time she'd entered it. Norman Green had obviously left, and no one
else appeared to be around.
The attractive blonde tiptoed down the row of lockers and leaned
over the bench. Just as her hand connected with the metal handle, she
heard a voice sing out over her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat.
"Can I help you with something?"
Karen turned to find herself staring into the deep green eyes of
Jerry Marshall, the new assistant coach. Jerry, twenty-two years old
and fresh out of college, was a husky redhead with a powerful
physique. His thick shag of curls was cut short around his handsome
features. His square jaw and sturdy mouth were locked in a small grim
smile as his leer raked over the pretty blonde teenager. She tried to
keep her timid gaze on his face, afraid to look anywhere else. Out of
her peripheral vision all she could see was male flesh, rippling
contours of naked, bulging muscles. "I, ah, forgot something," she
stammered.
"You forgot something in here?" he asked, finding her explanation
anything but plausible.
"Well, I didn't exactly forget it. I had something stolen by some-
one and it's in here."
"What was stolen?" Jerry asked, taking a step closer to the girl.
When Karen braced herself against the locker, the bench bumped
into the back of her knees and that was her undoing. The moment she
felt the edge of the bench against her calves, her legs went weak and
flew out from under her. She sat down with a thud, finding herself
staring into the redhead's swollen jockstrap.
Mr. Marshall wasn't wearing anything other than his thin athletic
supporter. The tiny garment rode low on his strong waist and barely
covered his spongy jewels. A fringe of wiry hairs curled along the
sides of his jock and feathered the pair of freckled pillars which
were his legs. Another fringe of red pubes crawled up his flat abdomen
in a slender triangle terminating at his navel.
His well defined limbs and torso were covered with a thin coat of
gleaming sweat. He smelled much the way Norman had smelled when the
skinny team manager was bucking his hips into Maggie's face, manly and
hot and anointed all over with the unmistakable aroma of cock odor.
"I'd rather not say," Karen answered in a small timid voice.
Jerry's brow furrowed. "Well, was it your wallet, your purse, a
letter?"
"No," she answered, scooting her feet up to the bench. When she
did, her full cotton skirt, which had fluttered up to her thighs when
she sat down so abruptly, crawled further up her bare legs.
Jerry's eyes darted to the shiny, naked cunt between the girl's
spread feet. She was sitting with her knees together, her skirt
halfway up her thighs and her quim on view for no more than the
looking. "How about your panties?" he said with a broad grin.
Karen blushed and nodded, caught so off guard by his naked magne-
tism that she didn't think to question how he had guessed correctly.
"Where are they?"
She turned slightly and rapped the locker behind her. "In here."
"Let's take a look and see."
Karen slid out of the way while Jerry opened the locker door. On
the floor of the compartment was the tiny pair of bikinis. He raised
them up with his forefinger and thumb and held them out in front of
him. "Are these what you were looking for?"
She nodded and blushed again, embarrassed to see the grown man
openly displaying her undergarment.
"How do I know they're yours?"
"My name's inside."
He stretched the band and peered into the brief pair of undies.
"Karen Sheen. Is that you?"
"Yes," she answered.
"How can I be sure that's really your name?"
It was Karen's turn to frown. "Because I am."
"Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. Maybe you just want to steal
these," Jerry said, amused at the teenager's dilemma.
"But I am Karen Sheen," Karen insisted, panic cloaking her
expression. The assistant coach was right; she had nothing on her to
prove her identity.
"I would presume if you're the rightful owner of these panties, it
would mean you don't have any on."
The blonde dropped her eyes for a moment. "I don't."
"I think you're going to have to prove that," the redhead said in
a deep, suggestive voice.
Karen shot Mr. Marshall a dubious glance. "You mean, you want me
to show you that I'm naked under my skirt?"
The man nodded with his gaze fixed on her hem.
Reluctantly, the girl lowered her legs and slowly hiked her skirt
up to her waist.
As the blonde's small cunt came into view, Jerry caught his breath
and his cock snaked up to the waistband of his jockstrap. Being a
stranger who knew no one in the small town, it had been weeks since he
had gotten his rocks off, and he was hornier than hell. That coupled
with the pretty girl's hot pussy was more than enough to make him
throw a sizeable rod.
"See?" Karen said, raising her eyes again as she continued to hold
her skirt up. "I don't have any panties on." Her words were coming in
abrupt halts because she had spotted the huge boner behind the
assistant coach's jockstrap. She had meant to demonstrate that the
garment was hers then lower her skirt, but the redhead's hardon --
after the young lady had watch her friend suck off Norman -- was too
damn appealing to pass up.
"I see," Jerry said, bringing the skimpy undies to his face. "But
there's only one way to be really sure." He rubbed his nose in the
crotch of the undies, inhaling the faint sweet smell of pussy without
taking his eyes off Karen, then dropped to a squat in front of the
girl. "Let me see if the smell in the panties is the same as yours."
His voice was a harsh whisper.
Karen widened the spread of her knees as the redhead's face drew
nearer. She could feel his warm breath on the insides of her thighs
and was overcome by the potent odor of his maleness.
Jerry's face leaned in between the girl's legs until his nose was
grazing against her sparse pubic bush. His nostrils flared as he
sniffed up and down the pretty little cunt, his eyes fixed on the soft
pink interior and the swollen clit at the top.
"Is the smell the same?"
"Yes," he answered heavily, panting like a man who had just run
the hundred yard dash. "Would you mind if I ..." His tongue shot out
and stabbed gently into her almost hairless snatch.
"Oh, Mr. Marshall!" Karen moaned as she felt his tongue squirm
between the lips of her juicy quim.
"Jerry," he corrected before he sucked her tiny box into his
mouth, eating every hidden, tasty recess his tongue could reach.
"Jerry," she purred, splaying her legs farther and wiggling around
on the bench.
He raised up and hunched over her as he undid her blouse and un-
hooked the clasp of her bra between the lacy little cups. Her large,
creamy white breasts bounced into view, her tiny nipples as hard as
pointed pebbles. "Your tits are lovely, Karen," he said. licking the
flat of his tongue across each one and leaving a trail of saliva. He
stood between her legs with his knees pressing into her thighs. "Take
my jockstrap off."
The blonde didn't have to be told twice. Her hands raced to the
knit waistband and shoved the supporter down to the assistant coach's
ankles. His hard meaty cock snapped out and vibrated against her tits.
Mr. Marshall may not have been as large as Norman, but his erect peter
certainly rivalled the size of Mike's pecker. The knob was a deep
purple, the shaft, thick and etched with veins that webbed down into a
dense orange bush and a pair of large cum swollen balls.
"Kiss my cock, Karen."
She pressed her lips against the fleshy glans already wet with his
pre-cum, then took the head into her mouth. She had suctioned the ring
of her lips halfway down the wide shaft and was toying with his huge
balls when he suddenly pulled his pelvis back, cheating her of any
further oral homage.
"I can't take much more of your hot cock sucking or I'll shoot off
in your lovely throat."
Karen thrust her face against Jerry's throbbing dick, pressing the
hard pecker against his belly while she showered the dorsal side with
kisses. "I love your cock," she purred, knowing she didn't dare tongue
it too much or he would cum.
"Karen," he said, stepping out of the jockstrap roping his ankles
and laying her back on the bench, "I want to fuck you."
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, parting her legs for him and pulling his
trim waist into the spread of her thighs. "Fuck me, Jerry. Shove your
hard cock up my hot pussy, please!" She could hear the pleading whine
of her voice echo in the boys dressing room as he positioned her legs
around his muscular thighs so her ankles locked on the firm pillow of
his naked ass.
Jerry stabbed the bloated head of his rod into the tight, juicy
quim, then froze, his eyes puzzling as he looked into Karen's heated
face. "Are you a virgin?" He had felt the thin membrane start to tear
with his initial thrust.
"Yes," she said warmly, "but it doesn't matter. I want you to take
my cherry. Fuck me, Jerry! Please, fuck me!"
He withdrew until just the tip of his dick was kissing her cunt,
then stabbed as hard as he could. Her membrane shattered in an
instant. His shaft sailed up her snatch until his heavy balls were
snugged against her asshole. Both of them were panting hard and
sweating. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes!" she answered, so hot from finally getting a man's
hardon in her pussy that she barely noticed the destruction of her
cherry. Assured that the blonde girl was in no discomfort, Jerry
began pistoning his fat ram in and out of the freshly deflowered quim,
bucking his ass high on the out strokes and dropping his hips down to
plunge even deeper with each additional thrust. In no time at all,
Karen was hunching her hips up to meet his onslaught as they both got
closer and closer to their climaxes.
"I'm cumming!" she finally cried, feeling the heated spiral well
up inside her.
"Feel that?" he asked, as he halted with his cock buried deep in
her snatch. His dick spasmed wildly as his balls shrunk into his
groin.
"Yes!"
"I'm filling your little cunt with my cum, Karen."
"It's fantastic," she purred.
After a few moments of his swollen knob spitting out its hot load
up inside of her, he pulled out. His peter had started to wilt by the
time he reached for her panties. "Do you want to clean up before
putting these on?"
"No," she said, slipping the undies on and snapping her bra. "I
want to take your juices with me."
"I know what you mean," Jerry said, yanking his jockstrap up over
his hips. "I'm going to beat off thinking about you later tonight and
smelling your twat on my hand."
"I wish you'd fuck me again."
"I don't know, Karen. It's pretty dangerous for me, being my first
year here and all. If anyone caught me balling one of the students,
it'd be my job for sure."
"I won't tell anyone, I promise." She stood to her feet, smoothed
out her skirt and brought her lips up to his mouth.
His tongue met hers outside their faces, then he sucked it inside
as her hands slid down to the bare cheeks of his humpy ass.
"You kiss as good as you fuck," she laughed as he pulled away.
"You'd better get out of here before we get caught."
She nodded and took a last look at the sexy redhead dressed in
only his skimpy jockstrap, the pouch wet with what she knew was partly
her own juices. "When will I see you again?"
"We'll figure out something," he promised, steering her toward the
door.
(End of Chapter 3)
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GOODY GOODY GIRLS
CHAPTER FOUR
After Maggie got home from studying with Karen, she couldn't
believe how horny she had gotten just thinking about the first time
she and Karen had fingerfucked each other during one of their
sleep-overs. That coupled with remembering how she had let Norm eat
out her box today and she had reciprocated by taking his huge ram
between her lips, then swallowing his cum load, made her pussy as wet
as it had been when she was half naked in the boys locker room. The
dark blotch soaking through her panties was more than testimony of her
feverish excitement.
She straddled her feet a good yard apart, watching her reflection
in her mirror do same and seeing her naked breasts jiggle in the soft
shadows of her room. Slowly, she eased her fingertips over the
enticing mound of her vagina, tracing the well defined, outer lips of
her snatch through the sheer fabric and feeling the cushion of her
cunt hairs under the tiny swatch of fabric.
She jumped when she heard the firm but gentle rap at her window.
Angry at the sudden intrusion, she marched across her room, resting
her hands on the sill and peering outside, forgetting for the moment
that she was naked except for the abbreviated panties. "Who's out
there?" Her large pliable tits swung out and touched the cool wire
mesh of the screen when she leaned forward, but she didn't seem to
notice.
"It's me," came a low masculine voice.
Still not knowing who it was, she said softly, "I can't see you."
A pale pimply face raised up from the hedge outside her window and
pressed into the screen. "Me."
"Norman Green!" she cried in a hushed whisper. "What are you doing
here? You are some kind of fucking pervert."
"I thought maybe after the way you went down on me today you'd
want to see me again," he grinned, staring at her magnificent titties.
"Well, you thought wrong," she said in a curt tone, although she
was more than aware of the contradictory feelings ebbing through her
loins. It took only the sight of his cute, pimply face to remind her
of the immense cock he had packed between his legs.
"Let me come in for just a minute," he pleaded, his mouth watering
as he ogled her bare breasts.
"I wouldn't dare. My parents are sleeping, and their room's just
down the hall."
"Just for a minute," he said again, all but begging. "I'll let you
play with my pecker again," he added in a tantalizing voice.
Reluctantly, Maggie removed the screen and raised her window.
In seconds the skinny team manager had hoisted his small sturdy
body up and crawled through the narrow space.
When Norman's bare feet dropped soundlessly onto her bedroom
floor, Maggie saw that the short youth was wearing only a pair of thin
running shorts and a brief tank top. "You're going to freeze your
balls off running around like that at night," she said, noticing the
spongy head of his cock poking out of one of the loose legs of his
shorts. "Summer's over, you know?"
"I've got more on than you do," he observed, letting his eyes wash
over her bare breasts and down to the damp spot where her panties were
being sucked into her cunt. He could see every contour of her snatch
and even the web of pussy hairs through the wet fabric.
Maggie instantly crossed her arms over her breasts and humped her
ass back as if that would do anything to hide her nakedness. "I knew I
shouldn't have let you in."
"You let me in because you couldn't help yourself," Norm teased,
dropping his hand to his crotch, then letting it go lower until he was
fingering the swelling head of his hardening cock. "Once you got a
taste of my pecker, you had to have more. I'll bet you're going out of
your mind to get more of my hot meat in your mouth."
"That's stupid," Maggie muttered, watching as his organ filled
with blood, raising the leg of his shorts like a fleshy crowbar
levering out the thin material. "I'm still pissed because you shot off
in my mouth."
"You don't look too pissed," Norm observed, hauling his shorts
down and letting his boner jut out in front of his narrow hips. He
watched her soft brown eyes lock on his throbbing ram, a trace of
saliva wetting her puffy lips. He gave his fuck tool a couple of easy
strokes and took a step towards the pretty brunette. "Let me see your
titties."
Maggie strapped her arms tighter across her naked breasts. "Why
should I?"
"Because you want to. Because if you let me see them, I'll let you
suck on my cock again."
"What makes you think I want to suck on your cock again?" Her
voice had lost all of its severity, and a queasiness was filling her
insides. She knew as well as Norman that she couldn't resist that
pulsating shaft of flesh at the junction of his legs or that
low-hanging sac of balls any more than he could resist stealing into
her bedroom tonight.
"Because you're a natural cocksucker, just like I'm a natural
pussy eater. And you know if you suck my cock, I'll work my hot tongue
up your hairy little snatch again. Come on. Let me see your titties."
Carefully, Maggie lowered her arms, letting her full, melon-like
breasts come into view for the short teenager.
"They're as lovely as your cunt," Norm muttered, unable to take
his eyes off her erect nipples. "Take your panties off."
"What about my parents?" Maggie asked, shooting a cautious glance
at her door. "What if they hear us and come in?"
"Don't worry. I promise you we won't make any noise."
"I don't know."
Lewdly, Norm shook his cock at the small bare-breasted girl,
making his large balls dance around and took another step closer. "You
want to get your lips wrapped around this big fat dong of mine again,
don't you?"
Resigning herself to her out-of-control lusts, the brunette
carefully eased her panties down and kicked them to one side. She
stood there totally bare-assed in front of the teenaged youth,
deliberately spreading her legs so he could get a good look at her
cunt.
"Your pussy's already soaking wet," Norm said, seeing the dark,
gleaming hairs bending into the shiny slash and curling along the
insides of her thighs. "Were you playing with yourself before I showed
up?"
Maggie nodded as she backed toward her bed and sat on the edge of
the mattress.
"Were you thinking about me and my big hard ram while you fingered
your snatch?"
Maggie nodded again, not at all ashamed to admit that she had been
lusting for the skinny teenager's cock in his absence.
"I was playing with myself too, and thinking about you. I loved
having my tongue up your juicy pussy, just as much as I loved cumming
in your mouth. I skipped dinner just so your cunt taste would stay in
my mouth.
"Then, I said to myself, why should I waste my time pulling my pud
when all I have to do is go over to her house and wait for her to go
to bed." With his large rigid pecker wagging in front of him, he
followed her to the bed and laid down with his head on the pillow.
"Come on and get your lovely ass up here next to me."
Maggie stretched out her petite frame beside the small youth,
rolling onto her side and facing him. When she did, he took her hand
and gently wrapped it around his meaty pecker. Then, he nuzzled his
face into her breasts, sucking one of her nipples between his lips and
twirling his tongue around the hard nub.
"You've got the nicest tits in school," he said, switching to her
other breast. "I've never seen anything like them, even under a
blouse. And they're even sexier naked."
"They're the same size as Karen's," Maggie said, sliding her hand
down his long, thick shaft and easing her fingertips into his balls.
"Yours are nicer. I've always thought so."
Not able to wait any longer, Maggie pulled away and lowered her
head to Norman's lap. In seconds she had his cockhead between her lips
and her tongue squirming into his wet, wide piss slit. Smelling his
ballsy odor and tasting the heady flavor of his thick meat was like
coming home. There was something about his smell and the feel of his
enormous sausage between her lips that made her feel complete and
secure.
Norman knew it too. He could sense it just by the way she mouthed
him. "You like sucking on my dick, don't you, Maggie?"
She nodded, giving his pecker a new thrill as her lips quivered
and mumbled something indistinguishable around the swollen stem.
"I knew it when you blew me today that you had the hots for my big
cock. I'll bet you'd do just about anything for me, the same way Julie
would do anything for Mike. Try licking my balls."
She uncorked his cock and lapped around his almost hairless
testicles, taking first one and then the other into her mouth. "They
taste as good as your peter," she murmured, darting her nose behind
his scrotum and liking the base of his cockroot.
"French my asshole," Norm ordered, raising his knees to his chest
and parting his asscheeks with his hands.
"You want me to kiss your ass?" Maggie gasped, seeing his tiny
pinkish-brown anus puckering close to her face. The rim was expanding
and contracting like a circular mouth.
"Sure, kiss my hot little hole," the youth hissed between gritting
teeth while he strengthened his armlock on the backs of his knees.
"Don't be afraid to stick your tongue up my shitter. I'll do the same
for you."
She lowered her face to his smooth crack and cautiously stabbed
her tongue out. The rim tasted satiny smooth and clean, like licking
the interior of someone's mouth. Gaining her courage, she probed into
his shitter and pursed her lips against the tiny rim, feeling the
spasming ring of flesh kissing her back.
"That's the ticket. Boy, can you ever suck asshole! What a great
fucking chick!" While she kept her warm face pressed between his
sweaty asscheeks and her slick tongue up his hot bung, he maneuvered
her body around until she had her knees on either side of his long
neck. Pulling her down by the waist, he ran his tongue along her small
inner cunt lips, circling them several times before kissing the short
stretch of skin between her quim and her ass crack, then he began
rimming her asshole.
"Norm, that feels divine," Maggie cooed, surprised that his oral
attentions on her bung felt as good as rimming him. While she spoke,
her tongue continued to attack his anus. "I thought kissing ass would
be demeaning."
"Like sucking cock?" he asked before letting his own tongue squirm
into her cherry shitter.
"I never thought cocksucking was demeaning for a girl," she
corrected him quickly.
"You didn't act none to thrilled when my balls unloaded in your
mouth today in front of your friend."
"I just wasn't expecting to swallow your cum. When you climaxed it
caught me totally off guard."
"I wasn't expecting you to swallow my cum either," Norm admitted,
pulling his head out from under Maggie's body and removing her face
from the smooth crack of his ass. "I just got so carried away I lost
control."
"What are you doing?" she asked, watching him rearrange their
naked bodies on her bed.
"Lay on your back. I want to try something else."
Maggie laid with her head on the pillow while Norm climbed over
her and straddled her rib cage with his freckled thighs. He positioned
his large pulsing cock in the deep cleavage of her breasts and began
sawing his pecker slowly back and forth.
"That feels good too," she purred, feeling his hardon tunnel into
the spongy softness of her tits.
"It feels a whole lot better than good," Norm muttered as he
fucked her breasts.
Maggie watched his huge cockhead pop in and out of the spherical
pillows of her tits, the eye in the center of his huge helmeted knob
dripping with pre-cum and beginning to pulse. She could feel his balls
and his ass grazing against her tummy, sending a barrage of
electrifying thrills rushing through her body. "Don't do that too
much," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me."
But by the time Maggie issued her warning, it was already much too
late. The wide wet lips of the boy's glans had begun to quiver and
seconds later his syrupy hot spunk was gushing out and splattering on
her neck and face. They both watched until the last squirt dribbled
out and trickled into the crease of her cleavage.
"You did it again," Maggie whined. "You cheated me out of another
fuck, you moron."
"I'm sorry," Norm said, gripping his still hard cock and aiming it
at her mouth. "You want to lick up the rest of my cum?" he offered,
thinking eating him would make up for not fucking her.
"Lick it up yourself!" Maggie spat angrily, her eyes moist and
large. "And get your sweaty ass off me!"
The youth climbed off the bed and found his shorts. When he had
them pulled up over his groin, his wilting cock stuck a good two
inches out of the leg, the bulbous head streaked with traces of his
cum. "I could still fuck you, if you want," he said. "It'll only take
a few minutes before I have another hardon. If you'd suck on it, I'm
sure it would help."
"Just get out of here," Maggie whimpered, the sexual high she had
been feeling completely vanished.
"Well, maybe next time," Norm said as he crawled out her open
window, thrusting his bare legs through the opening first, then
dropping to the ground.
"There won't be a next time," Maggie whispered, feeling the boy's
cum trickling down her cheeks and over her neck. "I never want to see
you again, Norman Green!"
< The End >
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