One of the boys drove Andrea home. He was the slender smiling boy they called Andrew. She liked his looks. She liked the strength of character in his face and the kindness in his eyes.
"What do you do on the football team?" she asked.
"I'm the quarterback," he answered.
Her husband was still at school. Andrew offered to walk in with her. He noticed how she was still shaking a little.
"Thank you," she said. "I have to phone the school and make sure that little girl is all right. I'm sure I can offer you something cold to drink."
He looked pleased at that prospect. She phoned the school once she was inside. The girl had been found but she was saying nothing. Andrea offered her apologies for missing the rest of the afternoon. She was glad the girl had said nothing. That would spare them all a lot of embarrassment.
"I'll get you that cold drink now," she told Andrew. "Do you like beer or would you prefer Coke."
"Beer would be nice," he said quickly.
Andrea went into the kitchen and opened two cold beers. She wondered how she could feel so calm inside. After all, she had just been forced to suck off two brutal men. A thing she had never done before in her life. Yet, she was not upset. She could only remember the feeling of power as she went down on the men, the feeling that she controlled them.
It was a pleasant feeling, and it left her kind of tingly.
"Thank you," Andrew said as she handed him his beer. Andrea studied his face. He didn't look old enough to drink beer. Kids were learning things earlier in life.
She wondered about his sex life. A momentary glimpse flashed through her mind of herself on her knees kissing Andrew's prick. She tried to block the thought out of her mind, but she couldn't. She kept thinking that his young prick would be so strong and hard and that she wouldn't be so frightened as she sucked him.
"Are you doing well in school, Andrew?" She was trying casual conversation to take her mind off of sex.
"Yes," he said, slowly sipping his beer. She almost laughed at his wry face. Evidently she had been right about him not being used to beer.
"Are you going to college?" she asked.
"No," he said.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
He blushed. She realized that he had been staring at the strip of white flesh revealed by her skirt as she sat down. She pulled her skirt back over her knees. He tried to look away but his eyes kept coming back to her.
"Andrew," she said quietly. "You don't have to be afraid to look at me. I'm a woman and you're a young man."
"You're beautiful," he said.
"I'm hardly that," she said, "but thanks just the same. And you should know what I look like. After all, I wasn't hiding much when you came in."
Andrew looked down at his hands. "Those animals," he whispered. "I could kill them."
"Your friends did a very nice job on them. I don't think they'll be bothering any other women for quite a long time. In fact, after that beating they may not be able to bother anyone else."
"But they hurt you," he said.
Andrea stood and walked over beside him. She sat down. This time her skirt went up above her knees and she didn't pull it down. Let the poor boy look, she thought. It won't hurt me and it seems to be doing a lot for him.
"Andrew," she said. "They didn't really hurt me and I'll get over it. But you shouldn't hate them so much. I can see that in your eyes."
"They hurt Cindy too," he said.
"Is Cindy your girlfriend?"
"Not really," he said. "She's the only…"
He seemed to realize what he was saying and he cut it short. He finished the last of his beer and looked away.
"She the only girl you've ever made love with?" Andrea asked.
"Yes," Andrew admitted.
"Was she good?"
"She was wonderful."
Andrea placed a slender hand on his thigh. She was surprised to find that his leg was so hot. She squeezed his thigh and noticed an immediate bulge in his trousers.
"Did you like me naked?" Andrea asked. "Oh yes," he said. "You were beautiful."
"More beautiful than Cindy?" she teased. "More beautiful than anybody."
"That was a nice thing to say," she whispered. "You deserve a reward for that."
She bent her head to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head. She felt his lips mash against hers and his strong arms go around her waist. For a brief second she thought of pushing him away, but then the resistance in her seemed to melt and heat rushed down her thighs.
"Andrew," she said, breaking away.
He looked crestfallen. He looked as if he would die if she turned him down. Andrea had no intention of turning him down. She just wanted a little more privacy.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go to my bedroom."
He followed after her quickly. Once inside her bedroom she turned on him. She was taller than he was but he had well-formed muscles underneath his shirt. She ran her hand across the muscles of his chest and felt herself react.
He was a beautiful young man. Such a beautiful young man would have a beautiful cock. She found herself reaching between his legs. His cock was hard.
Now he took control. She had believed she was going to have to guide him in his inexperience, but there was nothing inexperienced about him now. His hands went to her breasts and he began caressing them gently.
"Ummm," she whispered. "Your fingers feel good."
His mouth came against hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. She had thought herself a mature woman who could handle her sex urges, but he was making her feel like a giddy fifteen-year-old schoolgirl. His kisses were driving her up the wall.
She felt her knees getting weak and he picked her up. She was surprised. She was a good, hefty gal and he carried her easily to her bed. There was no strain on his face as he lowered her onto her back on the bed.
"Goodness," she said as his mouth once more glued onto hers.
His hands were doing things. He had her buttons unbuttoned and he was caressing her, breasts through the bra. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was getting too hot in her bra.
"Pull it off," she whispered. "Take it off!"
He reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and looked down at her naked flesh.
"You have beautiful titties," he said. "So creamy white and kissable."
"Then kiss them," she begged. "Kiss my tits!"
He lowered his head and began to bite gently on her nipples. It sent hot impulses from her tits to her pussy. She hadn't realized that she could get so hot so quickly. But he was making her skin a mass of flaming desire. Even her husband had never made her feel so good.
"Jesus," she said. "Take my clothes off, Andrew. Take them all off."
Andrew drew back. He couldn't believe his luck. It had only been a couple of days before that he had lost his virginity, and he was now lying in bed with the best-looking woman he had ever seen. Her titties were fuller, her nipples larger, than the women he had looked at in the movies or in the magazines. She could have easily been a centerfold girl.
Now his hands moved up her thighs and rubbed at her panty-covered crotch. He slipped his hand into her panties and cupped the warm cheeks of her ass.
"That feels so good," Andrea said.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her ass and he slipped the panties off her legs. He pushed her dress up to her waist and looked hungrily at her black bush.
He had seen pictures of boys kissing girls down there. He had once told himself that he would never do that. It would be too disgusting, too filthy.
But now he couldn't resist. He lowered his head and let his tongue trail up her thighs until he was kissing her black thatch.
"God," she said. "God, that feels good. Eat me, Andrew. Please eat me!"
He put his tongue into her warm pussy and found that he liked the taste. He drove it in farther and liked the way she pushed her crotch out at him. She began to grow wet there as he explored with his tongue. He found her clit by accident.
His tongue brushed against her clit and she jumped. A soft moan escaped her and he knew that that made her feel exceptionally good.
He decided to explore further. It felt like she had a hard tiny prick there. He kissed it and she cried out. He began to rub her clit briskly with his tongue, and it nearly drove her crazy.
"Jesus Christ!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, what are you doing to me, Andrew?"
He lifted his head and saw that her head was thrown back. Her black hair fell free around her naked tits and looked really good. She was shaking her head and moaning. Her tongue was wetting the corner of her lips and her eyes were half-closed. Her hands were clutching her forehead.
He pushed his face harder into her sweet-tasting pussy and captured the hard knob of her clit in his lips. It drove her even wilder. He was afraid that her screams could be heard all over the neighborhood.
"Oh Andrew!" she said. "You've got to stop! I want your dick! I want your hard young cock in my pussy! Please!"
He drew back. She helped him to undress. Her hands worked frantically at his buttons until he was completely naked. Andrea ran her fingers lightly over his hard chest.
So young and strong! She ran her hand lower, liking the feeling of the muscles of his belly and then to his proud young cock standing at attention.
"You are beautiful too," Andrea whispered. Her cunt was burning hot, but first she had to sample his merchandise. The Cross brothers had made her suck cock, but she had found that she liked the taste. Now she knew she would never again do without it.
She captured his gleaming red cock-head between her lips. He tasted good. She licked off a drop of jism that had already formed on his cock.
"I've got to get in you," he said. "Ahhh!" she said. "The impatience of youth."
"But you have to stop or I'm going to come." She found she didn't mind. In fact, she wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to drink his white seed down, to feel the salty taste of him filling her mouth and throat until she couldn't breathe. Once more she drew him into her mouth all the way down to his heavy balls.
"I'm going to come," he panted.
He was true to his word, for a half second later his cum splashed into her mouth in rivers. She couldn't contain it all. It filled her mouth and overflowed onto her chin and cheeks.
She sucked him until he was dry and then she licked his cum off her cheeks and lips. She loved the taste. There was nothing like it in the world.
"God," Andrew said.
She lowered her mouth again. She knew he was young and knew he was strong enough to come again and again. She wanted him quickly. She wanted his hard cock ramming into her wet pussy. She sucked on his cock hard and was rewarded by his coming to immediate attention.
She pushed him down on his back and climbed on top of him. He watched as she positioned herself over his cock. She dropped down slowly. She had a small pussy. No matter how many times she fucked she was always hard to get into, and though Andrew was young he had a good cock.
She felt his cock-head going into her cunt and Andrew tried to give a shove.
"Don't," she warned. "Just go easy and let me do the work or you might hurt me."
He was immediately still. She had a passing thought of the Cross brothers and how they would have treated her sensitive pussy. They wouldn't have waited for her to be ready. They would have just driven their cocks in and probably torn her apart.
She lowered herself a little more. His cock was squeezed by her tight pussy. She could see his eyes and knew that he was pleased the way that all men were when they first tried to fuck her.
"I'm very tight," she explained. "It hurts me getting you in but once you're in – look out!"
He couldn't wait and he gave another little push and this time his cock went into her cunt. It was a very tight fit. For a minute she was in pain. His cock was bigger than her husband's and maybe bigger than any she had ever had. She waited until the pain went away before she began to bounce up and down on his cock.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Andrew said. "Nothing ever felt as good as you."
"Not even Cindy?"
"Cindy's was loose compared to what you've got."
She laughed. She liked a man who was appreciative. Her cunt was getting well lubricated now, and it was growing easier to bounce on his cock. In fact, she was beginning to feel good.
"That's good," she said. "Play with my tits, please."
His hands came up and began to squeeze her swinging tits, and it helped her to feel even hotter. She could feel his cock sliding deep into her cunt now, and brushing against her cunt walls.
"Jesus," she said. "Oh Jesus."
Fires were starting in her cunt. Fires that would soon be burning out of control. She began to bounce faster and her hands came up to pull at her dark hair.
Andrew liked the picture of her pulling on her hair and dancing on his cock. He liked to see her milky-white tits swing as she bounced, and he liked the tightness of her cunt.
He knew he was not going to be able to last long. Everything felt too good. He could already feel the tingle in his balls, and the first drop of jism was coming from his cock.
"Jesus!" she cried. "I can feel you coming! I can feel you squirting your hot cum into me! Oh God, it feels so good!"
They dropped together on the bed with his prick still inside her. They lay like that for a few minutes and then his prick began to grow again. She looked at him in surprise.
"What," she said. "Are you ready again?"
He was. He began to move gently inside her and she felt her passions rise again. He was good. He was very damned good. His prick was taking her places she had never gone before.
"Fuck," she said. "I've never gone this quick before. Never in my life."
But she was going again and too quickly. She felt the tingles in her pussy begin and then she felt his prick expand as he began to shoot his cum into her again.
"Jesus!" she said. "Here I go again! Ohh, I'm coming! Oh fucking shitttt!"
She looked down at Andrew in amazement. There was a soft smile on his face. "You're some stud," she said.
The halls of her high school were quiet as Leslie Carter finished her work. She was happy with herself. The election had been held that morning and Leslie had been elected head cheerleader. All her planning and hard work had finally paid off.
It took a little extra work, of course, like staying after school to finish the dance bulletins. She whistled a little tune as she wiped the printing press and put the cover back on. The girls would give out the dance bulletins the next day.
Of course, it was customary for the head cheerleader to date the captain of the football team. Sherry was simply furious, but Jim went along with the ritual. He had already asked her to the dance.
She picked up her bulletins and turned off the lights. She had started down the dark hall when someone caught her by the arm. She screamed.
"Shut up, Leslie," Jim said. "It's only us."
Leslie looked around at familiar faces. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was only Jim and Andrew from the football team.
"Good Lord!" Leslie said. "You nearly scared me right out of my panties!"
"That's the idea," Jim said, grinning at her.
She thought he was joking. She grinned back at him, but there was something strange in his face. Something that made her feel kind of crawly.
"I have to be going," Leslie said.
"So soon?" Andrew questioned. "We thought we'd stand around and scare you some more. Maybe you really will lose your panties. I'd like that."
"So would I," Jim agreed.
"The jokes are not funny any more," Leslie said, jerking her arm away from his grasp.
"It's not a joke, Leslie," Jim said quietly.
Something in his tone made her grow cold. She didn't look back at him but hurried her pace as she walked to the door. She was nearly there when the door was blocked by a hulking giant. Another boy on the football team.
"Let me by," she said firmly.
"No," he said just as firmly. "You have to hang around. The party's just starting."
"What do you mean?"
"He means that the party's just starting, Leslie," a girl's voice said.
Leslie wheeled around. She knew the voice. Cindy stepped out of the dark shadows of the hallway. Behind her stood someone else, but Leslie couldn't see who it was. The person behind Cindy laughed. It was a girl's laugh and very high-pitched. Sherry! Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What are you doing here?" Leslie asked.
"Well," Cindy said softly. "We thought you'd be lonely here all by yourself. We came to keep you company."
She realized that there were others in the hall. A lot of different male faces, and not just boys on the football team. There were a few basketball players and honor students. And all of her girls on the cheerleading squad.
Suddenly Leslie was very scared. She didn't know what they were all doing at the school, but she was afraid it wasn't going to be good for her.
"I'm leaving," she said.
The boy still had not moved from the door. She tried to go around and he stepped in her way. She tried the other side and again he moved.
"Get out of my way," she said, stamping her foot.
"No, Leslie," Jim said. "You're going to have to buy your way out."
"What do you mean?"
"The same way you bought your way into the head cheerleading position."
"But I didn't," she protested.
"You did. You see, we kind of got to talking about it and we decided that it was a dirty trick that you played on Cindy. Kind of like blackmail. We liked Cindy. She's a great girl. But you're a bitch, Leslie, and you got to be head cheerleader without paying any kind of price."
"Not even hard work," Sherry said. "I worked hard on routines to get to be head cheerleader. I sweated every day. I would have gotten it easily if you hadn't conned the boys."
"That's true," Jim said. "She had the best routines, but you got the job. Now you have to pay the price."
Leslie turned angrily on Cindy. "Tell them to let me go or I'll tell the Cross brothers that you've been talking about them. I will, Cindy."
"Ahhhh," Jim said. "The Cross brothers. Well you see, Leslie, it's like this. The Cross brothers have left town and they won't be back. They didn't like the atmosphere around here."
"They didn't like the baseball bats either," Andrew chuckled.
"I don't believe it," Leslie said.
"Then try and find them," Jim said. "We don't have to worry about them any more."
Leslie looked at his eyes and she knew he was telling the truth. She felt a cold shiver go up her spine. She looked around at the faces for some trace of sympathy. There was none.
"All right," she said reluctantly. "What's the price?"
"I'd have thought you'd know that," Jim said. "The same price that Cindy paid."
Leslie's face grew pale. She was no virgin. She had fucked many boys, but never more than one at a time, and never in front of such a crowd. She couldn't do anything like that. She wasn't a whore like Cindy.
"You're crazy," Leslie said.
Jim shrugged. "We're not going to force you. We're just going to keep you in the building until you agree."
"I know your father," Cindy said, smirking. "I know that he'll hit the ceiling if you come home late. He won't let you be a cheerleader any more. He probably won't be letting you date for a while either."
Leslie knew that every word Cindy uttered was true. Her father was a strict master. He liked his children to be home when they were supposed to be. He told them that they were old enough to have responsibility. If she wasn't home before dark then all sorts of things might happen. Her father was also quick to think of suitable punishments for his children who disobeyed him.
Leslie looked at her watch. She had more than three hours to go before dark. There was plenty of time to find a way out of the building.
"Let me think," Leslie said sweetly.
She was running down the hail before anyone realized what she was doing. She knew another door that the janitors came in by. She could reach it easily before they could catch up. She found a light switch in the dark hall and turned it on. She could see the janitors' door.
She pushed against it and it wouldn't open. She pushed again. A figure stepped out of the shadows. A boy she didn't recognize. He held a key in his hand.
"Sometimes they leave the key in," he said, smiling. "You can lock it from the inside and then nobody can get out."
She backed away from him. "You bastard," she said.
"Why don't you give it up, Leslie?" he said. "You can't get out until dark unless you pay your way."
"You bastards," she said again. "All of you are bastards."
He shook his head sadly. "You pay or you don't get out."
She thought of another door. Down the hall near the gym. She turned on her heel and fled down the hall. Her lungs were getting tired and she gasped for breath. She found the stairs. She took the stairs two at a time.
The door was at the end of the hall. Another smiling face waited for her.
"You can't get out," the girl said. "Not unless you pay their price."
"Goddamn you!" Leslie said.
One more door. They could have forgotten it, and they might not even know that she knew about it. The one in the boys' locker room. It stayed open most of the time.
She started running again. Once more she took to the stairs, going deep into the basement part of the building. She turned at the door marked BOYS' DRESSING ROOM.
The room smelled of dirty sweat socks. She ran down the long hall and into the rear where the lockers were. The door was open. She laughed with delight. And then it closed. She couldn't see who must have been standing behind it but she could hear someone's low laughter on the outside.
"Oh shit," she said.
She was beaten. There were no more doors except for the back door, and she knew they would have that one locked. What was she going to do? She walked slowly back up the stairs to the front hall. The rest of them were still waiting at the front door.
"Well?" Jim asked, smiling. "Have you decided?"
"I couldn't get out," she said pitifully.
"Of course not," Jim agreed. "We planned this very carefully. There's nothing for you to do but make a choice."
"That's right," Sherry said. "Make your choice. Do you want the cheerleading job bad enough to take on the boys, or don't you? If you don't then we'll just wait here until dark."
"You're a little bitch," Leslie snarled.
"I am," Sherry agreed, "But not half the bitch you are."
Leslie had an idea. She smiled sweetly at Jim. "Is this all your idea?"
Jim looked proud. "Most of it."
"Then why share me? Why don't we just go somewhere and you can have me all to yourself? Wouldn't you like that better?"
Jim pursed his lips as if he were considering the possibility.
"I see what you mean," he said. "Why don't you and I go somewhere?"
"Yes," Leslie said quickly.
"You mean you're willing to give me some pussy?" Jim asked, his eyes shining.
"We could go somewhere and talk about it," Leslie suggested sweetly.
"I don't want to talk about it. I want a promise if I let you go, you'll let me have a piece of your ivory ass."
Leslie looked around. Her voice grew hard. "Yes, damn you. Did you have to make me say it out loud?"
"Where?" Jim asked.
Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What the hell difference does it make?"
"I just want to know where," Jim said. "Will we do it at your house or at mine, or in the woods or what? Where will I get to fuck you?"
"I don't know!" Leslie said savagely. "Anyplace you want. I don't care if we do it in the Goddamned back seat of your car, but let's get away from these grinning fools."
Jim pursed his lips again. "No deal," he said finally.
Again Leslie couldn't believe him. "You mean you're turning me down?"
"I am," Jim said. "You see, I don't think your pussy would be as good as Cindy's if you worked at it, and I like Cindy. I'm doing this for her. So you make your choice. It's all or nothing, Leslie."
They waited in silence. Leslie was searching her mind furiously for an answer but there wasn't any. It was as simple as black and white. Either she fucked or she went home after dark and lost most of her freedom. It wasn't just the cheerleading job but she would also lose some of the clubs she belonged to. And clubs were a good way to meet older girls in college, girls who would sponsor Leslie for their sororities. And the right sororities helped a girl meet the right kind of boy. The rich kind!
"All right, damn you," Leslie said. "Where do you want me?"
"How about the English classroom?" Sherry suggested. "They've been doing a play and they have some soft carpet spread on the floor of their mock set. After all…" Sherry's voice was mocking, "…we want her ass to be comfortable even if it is getting screwed off."
There was laughter all around.
She followed them into the English classroom. There were more than two dozen people in the crowd. The stage was at the front of the room. Most of the boys and girls took seats in the classroom. Leslie was left standing alone on the raised platform.
There was a mock tree and a background of a painted river and a soft carpet on the floor that resembled grass. Leslie turned to look at the grinning faces of the students.
"Well?" she asked. "What do you want me to do?"
"Let's have a little strip first," Sherry suggested. "Let's see what you have to offer the boys."
Again she searched the grinning faces for sympathy, but there was no sympathy to be found. She sighed. She stood very still as she waited. There was absolutely no sound in the still school.
"All right," Cindy said harshly, breaking the silence. "Sherry and I want to see something. Let's get on with it!"
Leslie knew that the next day this would be all over the school. The boys would smirk at her and tell ugly stories. They would start treating her the way they treated Cindy at times, taking any liberty that they chose. The word would be out that she would be fresh meat for anybody.
But it couldn't be helped. She would just have to live with her new reputation.
She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall.
"Look at them titties," Jim said.
"Take the bra off, honey," Cindy urged. "Give the boys what they want."
"Do you need help?" Sherry asked.
Leslie reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She kept it on her tits for a moment and listened to the loud groaning of the boys. Finally she let it fall. A low whistle went through the room. Some of the boys clapped their hands.
"It's nice to be appreciated," Leslie said.
"We appreciate your tits," Jim said.
She reached down and unzipped her dress and let it fall. Now she wore only a pair of dark panties. She could feel the boys' hot eyes ogling her snatch.
"Take the panties off," Jim whispered. "Let's see it all. Let's see the kind of bargain we're getting."
She put her fingers underneath the waist of her panties and slid them down. She lifted one leg to pull them off. This time there were no catcalls. There was a silence throughout the entire room. Leslie looked at them proudly. She knew she had a body she could be proud of.
"Jesus Christ," Jim said. "You are a good looking piece. Nobody can argue with that."
"Turn around," Cindy urged.
Leslie did a turn. She felt the eyes of the students explore every part of her naked body. Suddenly she felt good. She knew there was no part of her body that couldn't be appreciated.
"Jesus Christ," Jim said again.
"Well," Leslie said. "Who's going to be first?"
There was never any doubt of that. Jim was out of his seat in a second. His fingers fumbled at his trousers and then he had them open. His hard slab of meat poked through the opening.
"Lay down," he said.
Leslie lay on the soft green carpet. Jim was on top of her in a minute. She reached between their legs and grasped his hot prick. She began to run her fingers up and down his rod.
"Jesus," he said.
His face nuzzled at her tits and Leslie felt the warmth of lovemaking begin to consume her body. She liked the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her leg. It didn't matter that the others were watching. Nothing mattered except the lips that were sucking on her tits and the cock she was rubbing in her hand.
"Jesus Christ," Jim said for the fourth time. "You feel so good, Leslie. So fucking good."
"Do I?" Leslie asked.
"Oh yes. Your skin is so soft, so warm. You taste so good."
His lips pulled at her nipples and it caused her a tingly excitement. His tongue trailed down her stomach and entered her navel. She pushed his head lower and he began to kiss her already wet pussy.
"Oh God," Leslie said. "Oh God, that feels good. I've got to have you inside me. Please get inside me!"
Jim didn't wait to be asked twice. He came up her body and rested his strong chest against her tits. His hard prick probed between her legs and she opened her thighs wider.
"That's it," she said. "Put it in."
Jim gave a soft moan as he pushed his prick into her slippery cunt. His hard prick sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. She could feel his pole rubbing against her clit as he fucked her.
"Oh shit, I love it," she moaned.
"Do you love it?" he asked.
"Oh yes! I love your fucking hard dick! I love the way it goes into me! Oh fuck me harder, Jim!"
Jim could feel her hot cunt flesh squeezing his cock, and it nearly drove him wild. He began to fuck her faster, driving his long, hard pole deep into her cunt.
"That's it, baby," she moaned. "That's the way to fuck me. Oh, Jim!"
His burning cock continued to slash into her warm cunt flesh, and she could feel him growing inside her, his great cock-head filling with blood.
"Here I come, baby!" Jim cried. "Here I come! I'm going to shoot in you!"
She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his back as his cock began to spew out its creamy juice. She received every drop with her legs squeezing his body and her cunt pushing up at him for more.
"Ahhhhih God," she moaned as her own climax began. "Ahhh shit, that feels good! Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck!"
She couldn't help the way she moved against him, mashing her big tits against his chest, feeling her cunt flood him with her wet juices. "Gawdalmighty!" she cried. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to burst right through her skin.
"Jesus," she breathed as the last of the excited tingles rocked her lush body.
Jim rolled away. He lay on his back with his breath coming in great gasps. His prick lay limp between his legs. She lowered her head and took his limp cock in her mouth and drank the last of his wonderful jism.
"Damn!" Sharon said. "I thought they were going to tear the building down!"
Her voice was weak, and Leslie lifted her head to look at her. Sharon was breathing shallowly and her legs were parted. Leslie could see up her short cheerleader skin almost to her crotch.
"Who's next?" Leslie asked, looking directly at Sharon.
Nobody moved. Sharon blushed as she realized that everybody was looking at her. She closed her parted legs. She couldn't hide the fact that her skin was fiery hot, and that she was turned on by what she had just witnessed.
"Go ahead, Sharon," Cindy said. "You can be next."
All the boys were stating at her now. There was a silence in the room that all were afraid to break. Slowly Sharon stood up. Her hands went to the zipper on her skirt and she undid it.
The boys let out a low sigh. They had expected a lot of things this evening but not what was happening. There wasn't a boy there who hadn't looked with fondness at Sharon's lithe legs, her full titties, her auburn hair, her pouting mouth; and every boy there had dreamed of putting his cock between her white thighs.
But they had never even expected to be able to feast their eyes on her lush body. It was a shock as Sharon undressed. She was as beautiful as they had believed. Her skirt hit the floor and then her panties. She pulled her letter sweater over her head. She wore no bra. Her big, milky-white titties swung freely.
"Mother fuck," Cindy said. "Hers are bigger than I thought."
Sharon walked across the room to the set. She knelt down beside Leslie. Her hands began to caress Leslie's tits. Leslie needed no invitation. She could feel the heat coming from Sharon's body. She pushed Sharon backward and her hungry mouth found Sharon's tits.
"My God!" Andrew said. "Look at them go!"
Sharon was groaning and pulling Leslie's head closer to her proud tits. Leslie sucked as much of the flesh into her throat as she could. She had never sucked a girl before. She had never tasted the sweetness of another girl's flesh, but she was really enjoying it. It wouldn't take the place of a boy but it was delicious.
She moved her head lower so that her tongue was caressing the soft skin of Sharon's stomach.
"God!" Sharon cried. "Oh God! Eat me, Leslie! Please eat my cunt!"
Leslie moved down lower. Her tongue flicked experimentally at Sharon's auburn cunt. She liked the taste. She probed farther with her tongue. Sharon went crazy. Her hands caught behind Leslie's head and Leslie found herself pressed into Sharon's pussy.
She began to lick and suck on Sharon's hard little clit. Sharon began to tremble. Her pussy was already drenched with her hot juices caused from watching Leslie and Jim fuck. Now she was only moments away from her come.
"Oh shit," Sharon moaned. "Oh mother-fucking shit. You're making me crazy! I'm going to come! I'm going to come with your tongue! Oh baby!"
Sharon pushed her cunt against Leslie's face as she climbed to the stars in an orgasm that left her weak and trembling with excitement.
Leslie rolled away from Sharon and her tongue began to lap up Sharon's cunt juices from around her mouth.
"Oh God, am I horny!" Andrew cried.
Leslie looked up to see him tearing off his clothes. His prick jutted out strong and hard. Leslie rolled to her side and avoided him, but Sharon wasn't so lucky. She hadn't been expecting anyone to attack her, so she gave a jump when Andrew plunged his prick into her warm pussy.
"No, Andrew!" Sharon protested.
But there was no stopping Andrew. He had a smile on his face and both his hands full of Sharon's titties and he was going to fuck her to completion.
Leslie looked around at the others in the room. She was surprised to see that most of them were in various stages of undress. The three other girls on the cheerleading team were very nearly naked. One of the girls was trying to fight off two boys who had cornered her. One boy had his hand up her sweater and was brutally fondling her breasts. The other boy was on his knees between her legs and Leslie could well imagine what his tongue was doing.
"Oh help me!" the girl was crying. "Someone help me!"
But then a pleasured expression came over her face as the boy's tongue got more active.
"Oh don't help me," she moaned. "Don't help me."
All of the boys had their cocks out and were partly naked. Another of the football players approached Leslie. She didn't try to fight him off. She only smiled and spread her legs and he plunged his cock into her wet cunt.
Leslie heard a moan and she knew it could only be Cindy's. She turned her head slightly and saw the blonde-headed girl taking on two boys. One had his prick in her mouth and the other was furiously fucking her cunt.
Leslie smiled. She didn't feel so bad any more. It seemed like everybody had joined her little party. She turned her attention back to the boy who was fucking her. His prick was longer than she was used to, but he knew little about using it. She began to move her ass in a slow motion to get him to follow.
He was more than willing to fuck her any way that she wanted it. He began to follow her motion, and it made more friction against his prick.
"Dear Jesus," he moaned. "That feels good. I've needed that."
Sharon had turned Andrew over and now she was on top of him. Andrew was still squeezing her tidies except that now it was Sharon who was doing the moving. She was bouncing up and down violently on his hard cock. A look of intense pleasure was on her face.
"Fuck!" the boy fucking Leslie cried. "Oh fuck! Oh shit and fuck! I'm coming! I'm getting it offffffff!"
She opened her thighs wider as his cock drenched her cunt with his hot cum. She moved her ass when he threatened to stop his stroking, and that way drew even more cum from him.
He lifted off her and another boy took his place. Leslie didn't know his face. But she was familiar with the hard rod that plunged into her sperm-drenched cunt.
"Here I go!" the boy cried. "I'm fucking a girl! A real girl!"
"Not so hard!" Leslie protested, but this boy wasn't listening.
He was fucking her like he was angry at her and trying to beat her to death with his cock. Leslie tried to slow him down but nothing worked. He took hold of each of her tits with pinching hands.
"Easy!" Leslie pleaded.
"Dear fuck!" the boy said. "Oh shit! Here I come! I'm coming! Watch me shoot my wad!"
Leslie couldn't watch but she could feel. His blood-filled prick spewed forth a river of cum, and kept pouring until her cunt couldn't contain it all and it dripped between them.
He reached down and took his cock out. Leslie couldn't believe it. He was still coming. A stream of white poured from the end of his cock, splattering her on the stomach, titties and even on Sharon's back.
He moved up her body and crammed his cock into her mouth. He was immediately hard again. He pushed his cock further down her throat than it had a right to go. She couldn't protest because she could hardly breathe.
"Take it, baby," he moaned. "Take it all!"
Leslie wished he'd take his cock out of her mouth but there was no way to tell him that without choking. She had to start sucking him so she could keep her air passage open.
"Jesus," Sharon was moaning. "Oh Jesus, Andrew. Oh Jesus, it feels good."
Leslie turned her head slightly so she could see Sharon fucking Andrew to completion. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in orgasmic pleasure. Her lips were parted and her tongue was licking at the corner of her mouth. Then Leslie could watch no more for she was too busy swallowing cum from her boy's cock. She swallowed until her mouth was raw and still he was pouring his jism down her throat. "Jesus Christ," she said as he finally pulled his limp prick out. "Haven't you ever fucked before?"
"No," he admitted, smiling. "I've never even jerked off. I didn't know what I was missing."
"Jesus," Leslie said again.