by Frank Brown
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.
Sally bounced gracefully up the stairs, trying to make her well-developed tits flap and look extra-sexy. She threw herself against his hard, naked body, and immediately felt herself crushed in his muscular arms, with his burning, throbbing cock humping against her belly.
“Oh, Christ, this is too much!” he gasped. “This is too fucking much! What a wild chick! I just don’t believe it.”
“You better believe it, stud. Once you get your whopping cock up my pussy you’ll believe it.” She reached down and squeezed his swollen prick, and it jumped in her hand. Luscious, she thought. Then she dropped to her knees. His male scent dilated her nostrils. “Ummmmm, let me at that beautiful piece of meat,” she whispered. Then she swallowed it down her throat.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, baby,” the boy moaned, bucking his hips, “that’s it. I believe it now. Oh, fucking wowwww!”
Sally sucked and licked at his hard, hot cock like a starving nymphomaniac. His cock was juicy, a real stud-cock. It had a stronger flavor than the younger boy-cocks she’d tasted, and the thick juice drooling from the gaping piss-slit was deliciously pungent. It was a real man-cock, and it was drooling real man-juice. It was a senior’s cock, an eighteen-year-old cock. Sally could hardly contain her joy. She wanted to shout out – she wanted the world to know. She looked up at him as she sucked. She loved the sexy line of dark hair running from his navel to his groin. Wow! he even had a few hairs on his chest – and that adorable mustache. She squeezed his balls and tongued the sensitive underside of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked, and he rotated his hips.
“Eat me, baby – that’s it, chew my meat. Christ, you’re good at it. Where did you ever learn to eat meat like that? What a chick! Christ, you do it better than a cock-sucking queer. Ohhhh, yeahhhh, wowwww, eat meeee!”
His balls swelled, and his cock throbbed rhythmically. She knew he was getting ready to blow her head off. He was in ecstasy, about to feel the ultimate thrill. Sally suddenly felt impish. She gripped the base of his cock tightly and slowly eased her mouth off the wildly twitching organ.
“Whatttt?” the boy whined. “What are you doing? I was just about coming, just about ready to blow my load. What are you, baby, some kind of cock-tease bitch?”
Sally stood up and wheeled around, backing her hot ass against his rampant cock. “What’s the matter, stud?” she sassed. “Afraid to fuck?” Then she braced her hands on her knees and arched her back, turning her ass up at him and rotating it seductively.
“Oh, Jesus, help me!” the boy gasped. “This is too fucking much. I’ve never seen anything like it. What a fucking bitch! What a beautiful fucking bitch!”
He grabbed her ass and rammed his cock up her hot, slippery cunt with so much force that she nearly went head-over-heels down the steps. Then, before she could even catch her breath from the burning cock flashing like lightning up her crotch, the stud went right into high-speed fucking. His prick worked in and out of her like a piston. Her cunt walls swelled and burned in her from the friction. Her ass shook violently with each smack of his rock-hard loins against them. He was grunting and groaning and drooling on her back. Her cunt-juice sprayed out around the base of his hammering cock.
It was all happening so fast that she had forgotten even where she was. She was in a fucking trance as his merciless tool hummed in her pussy. Even her skull was vibrating. She felt dizzy, almost drugged. Unbearable fuck-sensations streamed through her loins. Suddenly flashes of ecstatic sex-feeling pulsated from the pit of her cunt and spread out through her entire body, and her voice burst from her as if she were possessed.
“Ohhh, eeee, I’m coming!” She rotated her ass as the burning spasms burst in her loins. Her insides felt on fire. Her pussy-meat was raw, as if somebody had been tenderizing it like a dinner steak. She wailed and whined.
The boy grunted like a sex-crazed bull, chewing into her back and neck, drooling his saliva over her shoulders, burying his face in her long hair. Suddenly he out a long, agonized, groan and exploded into her. His spurts blasted up her cunt like water out of a hose nozzle, and his thick cum scalded her insides. Again and again he shot, wad after steaming wad – Sally thought it would never stop coming. His cum bathing her pussy renewed her fading orgasm, and her cunt shook with several more hard contractions. Beautiful agony, she thought, beautiful agony! They both whined out together as the last spasms shook their loins, and it was like an alarm of pleasure going off. Suddenly Sally realized that the bell was ringing.
“Holy Christ!” the boy gasped as his cock flopped out of her. “What in the hell have we been doing here? We could have been caught and expelled. And now I’m late for class. Jesus Christ, I never saw a chick like you. You’re a regular flaming nymphomaniac.” He struggled into his clothes and stumbled down the steps with his shoes untied and his T-shirt on backwards. When he reached the landing he looked back at her and grinned. “How about us getting together again sometime, baby?”
“Sure, stud,” Sally said with a wink. “Any time you’re up to it – just let me know. I’m always ready for a jackhammer like yours.”
Chapter Five
Cindy asked to be excused from study hall, saying she needed the time to set up props for the pep rally that afternoon. Being able to pull such stunts was one of the advantages of being captain of the cheerleading team. Her duped teacher wished her luck as she left the room.
Cindy immediately bounded down the stairs, heading for the basement floor. The girls’ john down there would be deserted at this hour, and she’d be able to relieve her bottled-up sex-energy in private. Christ, it was already three hours since she’d last come, and her pussy was creaming. It wasn’t only the three hours which was bothering her. It was that boy across from her in English class with that gigantic hard-on throbbing in his pants, and it was that shameless Johnny Williams, her chemistry lab-partner, who had felt her up and down all through class, and had even slipped a finger up her cunt one time when the teacher left the room. After all that stimulation and frustration, Cindy was ready to take on a stud stallion.
As soon as she got to the basement floor, she peeked into the cafeteria. It seemed to be deserted. The cooks were all back in the kitchen preparing lunch. But as she turned away, she heard some unmistakable girlish giggling. She poked her head through the door again, and then she saw what she’d missed the first time – a boy and girl sitting on the floor in the corner, half-hidden behind the coat rack. The boy’s cock was out, and the girl was working on it with her hand.
“Oh, yeah,” the boy said, “that’s the way to do it. Yeah, yeah, move the skin up and down real fast. Ohhhh, ahhhh, yeahhhh, that feels terrific. Keep it up, baby.”
The girl was nibbling on his ear and giggling with giddy excitement. “Oooo, it feels so hot and hard. Oooo, and it tickles my hand when it jerks like that, like a big hot fish flopping around. It’s so neat and funny. I just love it.” She was flushing red, and she was trembling.
“Jack it, baby, jack it off. Move your hand. Oh, that’s just great. Oh, wow, Christ, ohhhhhhh!” The girl’s hand had become a blur. “That’s it, that’s it. Bring me off, baby. Oh, yeah, here it commmmessss!” The piss-slit at the tip of his purple cockhead gaped, and his thick white jism sho
“Ummmm,” she moaned, “such sweet cream from my lover-boy. I just love it. Ummmm, next time I want to swallow it all.” She giggled, then kissed him on the lips.
Cindy had seen enough – her pussy was on fire. She hurried down the hall, passing the boys’ john, then the boys’ locker room. Not much farther, she thought. As she passed the weight room she heard a terrible metallic crash and an agonized cry. Jesus Christ, she thought, running back toward the weight room. She jerked the door open, and nearly passed out from what she saw.
A boy, wearing only gym trunks, was pinned on the floor under a barbell, and he was moaning as if in agony. Two other boys, one in gym trunks, and the other wearing only a jockstrap, were standing over him laughing.
Cindy charged into the room. “Jesus Christ!” she screamed. “His neck is probably broken.”
The two boys wheeled around toward her with wide eyes. They seemed momentarily stunned, but suddenly broke out laughing even harder. At the same moment, the boy under the barbell opened his eyes and went into a laughing fit with them.
Cindy’s face flushed hot with embarrassment. “You bunch of morons!” she shouted. “You really think you’re Goddamn clever, don’t you?”
“Nobody asked you to come in here, bitch,” the boy in the jock-strap shouted back. “This room is off-limits to cunts, anyway.” He was still laughing.
Cindy wanted to slug him.
“Wait a minute,” the boy on the floor said as he slipped out from under the weights, “let’s not all get so riled-up over nothing. It was just a joke.”
“Yeah,” the third boy added, “and Cindy here was just trying to help. Sorry, honey, we shouldn’t be laughing at you. I mean, it could have been for real.”
Cindy’s face felt cooler when he said that, and she calmed down enough to look the boys over. They were all wrestlers. The most muscular of the three, the boy who had faked the accident, was Randy Lewis. The skinny blond in the jockstrap was Pete Rigel, and the last boy was Jason Wimmer, the smallest member of the wrestling squad. They all looked at her as if they were sorry.
“It’s all right, guys – I guess I lost my head for a second.” She laughed, still a little embarrassed. “Jeez, you mean you actually lift weights that big?” She wanted to change the subject.
“Sure,” said Randy, “but those aren’t much. You ought to see the weights we pile on for doing squats or dead lifts.” He cleaned the barbell, and began doing presses.
As the weights moved up and down, the muscles of his arms and torso looked about ready to split out of his skin. His forehead broke out in an immediate sweat, and the liquid trickled down over his chest and ridged abdominal muscles. His musky scent filled the small room, and Cindy savored it as she inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of male sweat.
When Randy put the barbell down, Jason immediately picked it up and began doing lifts. His biceps bulged, and his abdominal muscles rolled and danced under his thin belly-skin. When he couldn’t do another curl, he put the weights down, smiling at Cindy with a proud glint in his eyes.
“My turn,” said Pete, lifting the barbell to the upright supports of the flat bench. Then he slid under the weight and did bench presses, arching his supple back and pumping the weight up and down. Each time he lowered the weight to his chest he inhaled deeply to expand his ribcage, and all the muscles of his torso stood out as if carved out of marble. Cindy drooled at the sight of his sweating physique, then fastened her eyes on his bulging jockstrap. Christ, she thought, he must have five pounds of meat packed in there.
She walked up next to him. “Ooooo, look at those muscles,” she said, “they look like they’re gonna jump right out of your skin.” Then she ran her fingers over his rippling torso muscles. Pete blushed, and the other two boys giggled.
“You wanta try some lifting, Cindy?” Randy asked, picking up an empty bar. “This bar weighs twenty-five pounds. How about trying some bench presses like Pete was doing?”
Cindy shrugged. “Why not? I’ll try anything once.”
She took Pete’s place on the bench, sniffing the heady aroma of his sweat still hovering around it. Jason handed her the bar. It was heavier than she’d expected, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She pressed it up and down, contracting her chest muscles hard, and watching the boys fasten their eyes to her bulging tits. She knew they wanted a show, and she was going to give them one. She spread her legs wide apart, and her uniform panties pulled up tight against her crotch. The boys’ jaws dropped open as their eyes moved down between her legs. She was sure they could see her pussy hairs crawling out from under her panties. She forced her legs still wider apart as she continued pressing the bar up and down, and a wave of warm excitement passed through her body. She could see now that all three boys had hard-ons. Her pussy drooled, and the boys gasped, as if they could see the hot liquid rolling out over her pussy hairs. Cindy was hot now, and she wasn’t going to pussy-foot around. She put the bar back on the uprights, then reached down and uncovered her pussy. The boys gawked at her as if they’d been knocked silly.
“Well,” she said, “how much more does a girl have to do to get her cunt licked?”
Her words snapped the boys out of their trance. In a flash they were on their knees, nearly knocking each other over to get at her crotch. They muttered to themselves as if possessed – “Oh, Jesus!”
“Oh, wow!”
“Goddamn!”
“Holy shit!”
“Pussy!” – and despite all their wild confusion, they each managed to get good tastes of her crotch-meat, lapping at her spread cunt as if it were a lollipop, chewing her fat, hairy cuntlips, and worming their tongues up her quivering hole. Cindy was being eaten alive.
“Oh, wowwww, baaaabies, yeahhhh. Lick my pussy, eat my meat, suck-out my horny hole! Eat, you horny studs, eat out my candy-cunt. Ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!”
The boys were wild, fighting to bury their heads between her thighs. Cindy squirmed, sometimes feeling two tongues going at her simultaneously. Yeah, yeah, yeah, she thought, that’s the way to eat pussy. Keep on licking, you beautiful babies – yeah, suck me off! She whined with delight. She couldn’t get enough of their hot tongues lapping at her fat pussylips and stiff clit. The tingling sensations screwing through her cunt made her want to scream. They were unbearably intense, and getting more so by the moment, building and building. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. Suddenly, she felt as if an electric drill was working in the pit of her loins – she was there – and the sensations of orgasm overwhelmed her.
“Ohhh, ahhhh, eeeee, I’m commmiinngg!”
She crushed Pete’s head between her thighs and nearly sandpapered the skin off his face with her churning crotch. She clawed at his blond hair, trying to force his head right up inside her. She bucked her hips and threw her head from side to side. When her spasms subsided, she collapsed back on the bench, sighing, and trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, fuck!” Randy groaned. “She just blew-off her come! Now she won’t want to fuck anymore. Goddamn!”
Cindy almost laughed out loud – the stud’s got to be kidding, she thought. “Okay, guys,” she said, sitting up. “Let’s not stand around wasting time. Let’s get naked. It’s a lot more fun to fuck with your clothes off.”
“Shit,” Jason gasped, “what a chick!” Then he tore off his trunks and jock along with the other two boys.
Cindy eyed them with lust as they stripped. They were trembling so hard they could hardly stand up, and that made her all the more excited. When their cocks sprang out, she drooled. They were three big pieces of meat, standing straight up in the air and twitching wildly. Despite the differences in body-size, all three boys had cocks of about the same size-seven or eight inches long, with beautiful glossy heads and gaping piss-slits. Oh, how they want me, Cindy thought. They can’t wait to get at me. She felt ultra-sexy as she pulled off her uniform in front of them, and delighted to their gasps of appreciation and lust as she bared herself totally.
“Christ, what a beautiful hunk of female,” Pete gasped.
“What a set of knockers,” sighed Randy.
“Wowwww,” was all Jason could get out. “Wooowwww!”
Cindy dropped to her knees in front of Randy, and took his cock in her mouth. Pearls of his thick pre-cum rolled over her tongue and down her throat. Ummmm, so sweet and warm, she thought, then licked up and down the length of his ivory-smooth cock-shaft. She twirled her tongue around the swollen, burning head, then licked hard into the sensitive ridge on the underside. The boy staggered slightly, and she had to steady him by grabbing his hips. Then, she sucked up his large, succulent balls and rolled them with her tongue.
“Oh, Jesus,” Randy groaned, “you’ve got the softest, warmest mouth, and you really know how to use it. Ohhhh, yeahhhh, suck my cock, lick my balls. Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really love it. It feels so fucking good!”
Cindy sucked away at Randy’s cock, while Pete and Jason rubbed their hot pricks against her cheeks and neck and shoulders. She knew the two of them were desperate to get in on the action, so she squeezed their balls and caressed their crotches and ass-cracks. They moaned in unison, beating their throbbing, hot cocks gently against her face.
“Oh, Cindy, eat me too,” Pete begged.
“And what about me?” whined Jason like a little boy.
Cindy pulled off Randy, and tried to take the other two boys’ cocks in her mouth at the same time. Her jaws almost dislocated, but she managed to get the two fat heads inside. They were hot and spongy and salty-tasting, and they were throbbing like twin hearts.
“Oh, mannnn, Cindy, suck us off,” Jason moaned.
“Oh, wow, your mouth feels so damn good,” Pete sighed.
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