From nogarder@ix.netcom.com Fri May 10 13:12:18 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: GOODY GOODY GIRLS 1/4
From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Date: 10 May 1996 17:12:18 GMT
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
girl-
friends 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
mini-
ature 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.
To be continued....
From nogarder@ix.netcom.com Fri May 10 13:13:10 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: GOODY GOODY GIRLS 2/4
From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Date: 10 May 1996 17:13:10 GMT
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³ Goody ³ girls determined to lose ³
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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
red-
head'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
teen-
ager 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
master-
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 get-
ting 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
indistin-
guishable 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.
To be continued.....
From nogarder@ix.netcom.com Fri May 10 13:15:45 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: GOODY GOODY GIRLS 4/4
From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Date: 10 May 1996 17:15:45 GMT
ÕÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÑÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ͸
³ The ³ The story of two high school ³
³ Goody ³ girls determined to lose ³
³ Goody ³ their virginity. ³
³ Girls ³ Chapter 4 ³
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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
anymore 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!"
From nogarder@ix.netcom.com Fri May 10 13:15:58 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: GOODY GOODY GIRLS 3/4
From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Date: 10 May 1996 17:15:58 GMT
ÕÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÑÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ͸
³ The ³ The story of two high school ³
³ Goody ³ girls determined to lose ³
³ Goody ³ their virginity. ³
³ Girls ³ Chapter 3 ³
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"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 you 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.
To be continued.