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 shot out. Wad after wad flew out of his throbbing cock, splashing on the floor, against the coat rack, and event on his jeans. The girl caught some of it in midair and licked it quickly off her fingers, then went down on his cock to catch the last few spurts. Finally, she sat up, and licked the cum off his jeans.
"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.
Cindy lapped up and down the undersides ol their rods, sucking hard on the heads, ant darting her tongue at their gaping piss-slits, which oozed gobs of sweet boy-juice for her hungry throat. Ummmm, delicious – keep it up babies, she thought. Drool that honey-juice – let me have it all.
Randy crawled up behind her and kneaded her ass-cheeks. "Hey, baby, how about a fuck?" he whispered hotly in her ear.
Then he spread her fleshy cheeks ant probed between them with his hard, red-hot tool. Cindy went out of her mind. There was nothing she liked better than a snake-like cock trying to crawl up her ass. She wiggled her ass excitedly as she reached back and positioned his cockhead against her asshole. Push, stud, push! she thought, groaning deep in her throat. Her mouth was so full of cock that there was no other way she could communicate, but the boy seemed to get the message immediately. In one quick motion, he slid his over-grown cock up her asshole to the hilt.
"Ohhhh, wowwww!" he gasped, "I can't believe it, I just can't believe it – my cock right up her ass! It slid right up – wham, just like that. Her ass sucked it right up. And, oh, wow, it's so Goddamn tight! Jesus, right up the fucking asshole, just like that. I can't believe it!"
Cindy couldn't tell if he was talking to himself or to his buddies or to her, but she loved the sound of his words, and thrills shot up her ass as he rammed his prick in and out of it like a jack-rabbit.
"Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm," she cooed, sucking hungrily at the drooling, throbbing cockheads in her mouth, and gyrating her ass around the wild cock fucking her asshole.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, this is heaven," Randy groaned.
Suddenly Pete jerked his cock out of her mouth. "Let me have some of that ass, too," he whined, wrestling his mounted buddy off of her. Suddenly Cindy felt Pete's fat cock snaking up her ass, throbbing like crazy.
"Wow!" Pete fairly shouted. "This is the neatest thing I've ever felt. Jesus, her ass is as tight as a virgin's cunt. It fits me like a glove. Oh, yeah, I love it. I could stay in here for ever. Oh, fuck! Whoopeeeee!"
"Ride'm, cowboy!" Randy shouted as his buddy bucked his hips for all he was worth and fucked Cindy silly.
Cindy was in fuck-heaven. She wriggled her ass as if she were being whipped, and she sucked Jason's cock so hard she was almost pulling it out of his belly. The swollen shaft was throbbing and bucking in her mouth, and burning hotter and hotter by the moment.
Suddenly Jason threw his head back. "Ohhhh, ahhhhhhh, I'm coming!"
His cock was lodged deep in Cindy's throat, and his thick, hot cum exploded from the tip, scalding her tender tissues. It came so fast and heavy that Cindy was choking trying to swallow the never-ending flow of the hot, sweet liquid. Jism, sweet jism, sweet cock-juice, stud-cum, Cindy gibbered in her mind.
Pete was slamming his loins against her ass brutally, sawing his cock in and out of her with such wild abandon that Cindy thought he was going to pull out her intestines. Suddenly he rammed his cock in to the hilt and held it there, grinding his loins against her ass and whining as if he were being tortured. Then Cindy felt it – the hot juice blasting deep in her shitter, bathing the walls of her asshole. There was nothing Cindy liked better than a volcanic explosion of boy-jism up her ass. Her asshole throbbed and contracted and sucked like a cunt, and the same intense feelings she usually felt in her cunt, she now felt in her ass. Her loins were on fire. Even her pussylips throbbed. Her tits tingled as they flapped back and forth. Jason's cock still twitched in the back of her throat, releasing the last spurts of his tasty jism. Cindy was stuffed full of boy-cock and beautiful sensations. Suddenly her loins shook with her orgasm. She clamped down hard on both cocks and whined and writhed along with Pete and Jason. The spasms came mercilessly, reaching a peak of intensity, and then gradually subsiding. When it was over, she collapsed forward on the concrete floor, trying to catch her breath.
The floor was cold, but she was too weak to mind it. She stretched out on it as if it were a bed, ready almost to fall asleep. But before she could relax, Randy was mounting her again, jamming his cock blindly between her legs. Cindy felt dizzy and disoriented, as if she were dreaming, but she instinctively arched her back and turned up her ass to give the mounting stud a better angle for penetration. Randy muttered to himself excitedly as he nestled his hot cockhead between her cuntlips. She loved the sensation of it throbbing there, but before she could brace herself, the entire rock-hard tool knifed up her cunt. She gasped.
"Oh, ohhhhhhh. Randy, fuck meeee, fuck meeee!" She was gibbering out of her mind, lusting again as if she hadn't just come. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck that big horny rod in and out of me. Oh, yeah, do it, do it. Cream me, baby. I wanna feel your sweet, hot cream deep inside me. Fuck meeeee!"
The boy bounced up and down on her ass like a stud dog on a bitch in heat. He drove his cock in and out, and the squishing of cock against dripping cunt filled the room.
"Oh, wowwww!" Randy moaned. "You've got such a fucking wild ass, and, Jesus, what a sucking cunt! Wow, your cunt is almost as tight as your ass. And, baby, you really know how to use it. Christ, it feels like you're skinning my cock alive. We're fucking, baby, we're really fucking."
The couple fucked wildly. The floor was cold and hard against Cindy's belly and tits, but she didn't care – all she cared about was feeling the boy shoot deep inside her cunt. She gripped his plunging cock with all her strength, trying to milk him as the sensations mounted in her loins. It was all too exciting for her – suddenly, she let out a long agonized whine as the orgasmic sensations clawed through her loins for the third time. Randy answered her with a whine of his own, then sank his teeth into her neck, and exploded his juice deep up her cunthole. Spurt, spurt, splat, splat – she could almost hear the stud's hot jism splashing against her cuntal walls.
"Jeez!" she heard Jason gasp. "She's coming again. That's three in a row – three fucking climaxes in a row!"
"Christ," Pete whispered, "she's a regular fucking nympho. Look at her move that ass."
At that moment, had the unbearable sensations not been still chewing at her cunt-flesh, Cindy would have laughed out loud.