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.
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."