"How sweet!" Sally sighed. "It tastes so good. I never dreamed it would taste this good. I wish I could drink a quart of it. It's better than cream."
"Ummmm, me too," Cindy muttered as she lapped some of the boy-cum from Sally's navel.
"Give me a minute to make some more, you little whores, and I'll give you some right down your throats." Scott laughed and shook his heavy, half-hard prick at them.
Cindy suddenly felt playful. "Oh, Scotty darling, what would your mother say if she heard you now?"
"You fucking little cunt," the boy retorted, "what would your momma say now if she saw you doing what you're doing?"
"Who cares?" Sally said. "Jeez, Scott, aren't you about ready yet – I'm starving?"
Scott frigged his cock a few times, then let it stand up in the air throbbing and twitching. He smiled wickedly at the two girls, and they smiled back just as wickedly at him.
"How do you want us now?" Sally asked, licking her lips.
"Yeah, stud," Cindy said, trying to sound as seductive as she could, "how do you want us? We'll do anything your cock desires."
CHAPTER FOUR
Sally arrived at school wearing her tightest pair of jeans. They showed off her ass nicely. There'd be a pep rally later that day during which she could wear her short-skirted uniform and show off her sexy ass, so she'd wear the jeans until then. Oh, those lucky boys, she thought – today was their day.
As she walked down the hallway she heard the whistles she'd been waiting for. She kept her nose up in the air and walked straight ahead, pretending to ignore the young wolves. It was all part of the game – she had to appear cool. At the same time, she gyrated her hips like a belly dancer. She loved to drive the boys crazy. She imagined their aching cocks standing up in their pants. She imagined the boys muttering to themselves, perhaps swearing at her for torturing them so. She smiled to herself with satisfaction as she entered the girls' john. Once inside she yanked down her jeans and sat down on the toilet in a private stall. Whew! That felt better! The damn jeans were too tight. They were strangling her ass and cutting into her crotch, right between her tender pussylips, rubbing the sensitive flesh raw. She pulled apart the fat little lips and inspected the pink meat inside. Her poor little pussy was all red, and it burned. Damn it, she'd have to change into her uniform.
She held her cuntlips apart and took a long piss, leaning forward to watch the golden stream trickle into the toilet. She was fascinated by anything connected with her pussy. Sometimes she'd even watch Cindy piss, putting her face so close to her friend's cunt that tiny droplets would spray against her face as the piss-stream hissed out. The aromatic mist always turned her on.
When Sally was done pissing, she leaned back and spread her legs, then forced her crotch as wide open as she could with her hands. The air lapped at her freshly exposed cunt like a cool tongue. It felt soothing after all that rough rubbing by her jeans. If she'd have worn panties the irritation might not have been so bad, but she'd felt too sexy today for panties.
And she was really starting to feel sexy now, with her pussy spread wide, and her clit getting stiff. She probed with the tip of her finger. A shiver of excitement zipped up her cunt, and she began immediately to frig the quivering little nub between her fingers, working the loose skin up and down the entire length of it. Her pussy was turning from warm to hot, and cunt-juice leaked out and trickled into the toilet. She caught some of the hot juice and licked it off her fingers, savoring the sweet salty taste before she swallowed it. She sighed and relaxed, then shoved two fingers up her cunt. Beautiful! she thought. There's nothing like a long, lazy pussy-frig to start off a day of classes right. She fucked her fingers in and out slowly, reveling in each throb of her cunt. She closed her eyes. Beautiful! Beautiful!
The john door suddenly opened and two gabbing women walked in. Shit, two fucking teachers, just when she was getting into rhythm. Damn it! She yanked up her jeans, flushed the toilet, and marched out of the toilet, shooting a disgusted glance over her shoulder as the door closed behind her. The two old biddies just had to come along and disturb her mood. Somehow they must have a sixth sense – they knew just when and how to bug a teenager.
Sally walked down the hallway as stiffly as possible. The fucking jeans were really cutting into her pussy now. Shit! She'd have to change them quick, before her cunt got so sore that, heaven forbid, she wouldn't be able to fuck for a week. She sauntered toward the end of the hallway, cast a few quick glances around, then slipped into the fire-escape stairwell, gently easing the door shut behind her. Except for emergencies, the stairwell was off-limits to all students. Sally smiled to herself – if there was ever an emergency in this school, this was definitely it. She opened her jeans and cupped her hand around her crotch – those jeans had dug into her tender parts for the last time. The damn things were three sizes too small for her. From now on she was going to wear jeans only one or two sizes too small.
Sally looked around. The steps wound down two flights, where they ended in a door to the outside, and up one flight, to the door to the roof. Up would definitely be safer, she thought, already climbing. On the fifth step she stopped and listened – it was a low muttering voice she heard. She listened more closely. It was a whispering, panting voice, and it was chanting – "fuck, fuck, fuck, tits, ass, pussy, jism…" Sally's heart hammered in her chest and her pussy drooled. Her face was hot. She took one step up to the landing, then cautiously peeked around the corner.
There he was! He was leaning up against the roof door, and he was stark naked, and he was beating his prick furiously. His eyes were closed, and he was nodding his head from side to side as he muttered the fuck-words and worked his monstrous cock. It was one of the seniors. She'd seen him a lot in the library, where he always had his nose in a book. She'd wiggled her ass in his face a few times, but he'd gone right on reading as if she wasn't there. Christ, she'd practically touched her succulent ass-cheeks to his nose – how could he not help getting a whiff of her? A hopeless case, she'd thought, a ball-less bookworm, not worth the trouble. He'd infuriated her. But Jesus Christ, now here he was beating his meat and muttering like a sex-crazed satyr.
His purple cockhead was popping in and out of his large, muscular hand, and his heavy, ball-stuffed sac was flapping back and forth underneath. The defined muscles of his legs and torso and arms were twitching under his skin, and Sally could smell the sweat trickling from his armpits and rolling over the ridges of his ribs and belly muscles. He was a well-built stud with a whopper between his legs, and Sally just had to have him. Her pussy was drooling all over her hand cupping her crotch, and her clit was throbbing.
Without another thought Sally slipped off her shoes and socks, stepped out of her pants, and pulled off her T-shirt. The cool air of the stairway wrapped around her naked body like a blanket. She took a deep breath, then said, with as much control as she could manage, "Hi there!"
The boy's eyes jerked open and his jaw dropped. He stared at her as if frozen in suspended animation. He was surely going to faint and topple right down the stairs.
"Hi there," Sally repeated more loudly. "Looks like you're having yourself some fun." The boy let out his breath suddenly, and his chest began heaving up and down. His face was going from white to red. "It's such a coincidence," Sally continued, "because I was just coming up here to have some fun myself." She forced a laugh. "Now maybe we can have some fun together. How about it, stud?"
"Jesus Christ," the boy mumbled. "Goddamn! I mean, like yeah, like sure. I mean, that would be great – just great. Jesus Christ, I must be dreaming." He grabbed his cock and jerked it a few times as if to check if it were real.