The October sun was sinking toward the gray bluffs. Lisa could almost see it moving. From her seat in the corner of the classroom, the last seat in the row of seats nearest the windows, Lisa could look out over the river and up at the vertical bluffs. Patches of yellow trees, looking like gardens of dandelions, grew up out of the steep hills below the bluffs. The sky was a deep autumn blue upon which floated cottony gray and white clouds. The river below reflected the sky's blueness, the clouds, the yellow trees, and the bluffs. Lisa was glad she'd come to Sutton. In Parcher, which was as flat as a prepubescent girl's chest, she'd never had a scene like this to look out at from her school classrooms.
It was Lisa's last class of the day study ball. After being picked up precisely at noon from the bus depot, Lisa had been brought directly to school. She'd met the principal, a short, frail, balding man, who had said no more than "How do you do?" and then had handed her class schedule and waved her out of his office. The principal had seemed no more interested in her than had Miss Sacks, the head of the foster home for girls where Lisa would be living.
Miss Sacks, a fast moving, fast talking redhead in her mid-thirties, had snatched Lisa out of the bus depot and whisked her over to Sutton High before Lisa had had time to think. "Have fun. See you tonight," Miss Sacks had said while revving the engine of her Saab. And then she had squealed away almost before Lisa could close the car door behind herself.
Lisa looked around the classroom. This class, study hall, was the first class in which she had seen any boys. During her first two classes, English and History, she was beginning to wonder whether Sutton High was sexually segregated. Not only were there no boys in her classes, but there were no boys in the halls. She had wondered whether the boys attended classes in a separate wing of the school. But now, with study hall, the boys appeared. Some boys were already sprawled out in their desks when she had entered the room. Other boys had staggered in during the first fifteen minutes of the study hall. The study hall moderator, a skinny, round-shouldered little man who resembled the principal, sat at his desk at the front of the room with his nose in a book. He'd assigned Lisa her seat when she'd come in, but aside from that, he kept his nose in his book, apparently disinterested whether students came in late, and apparently unconcerned with what was going on in the room.
Despite the moderator's apparent disinterest, the study hall was the quietest class Lisa had ever been in. The girls read, and the boys slept. Lisa had been surveying the classroom for half an hour now, from the moment she had entered it, and still, every time she looked out the window then back at the classroom, she blinked her eyes, wondering whether she was seeing things. This was the strangest school!
Not only were the boys sleeping but most of them were half-naked. All were barefooted, and most were dressed in nothing other than green gym trunks, green being the school color. One boy, an older boy who resembled the youth who had molested Lisa in the bus depot, had staggered into class in nothing but a filthy jockstrap with yellow stains on it. Nobody but Lisa appeared to pay him any attention. The boy slumped down in his desk and fell asleep immediately.
Lisa looked at the boys one by one. Each boy sported a wild mop of shoulder-length hair, most blond or sun-bleached yellow. A few boys had black hair, a few had red. Streaks of white lay on the boys' faces and torsos, caked salt from sweat evaporation. Each boy was burnt a deep bronze from the sun. And each boy had large feet with grubby, wide-spread toes, a sign that they mostly went barefooted.
The classroom reeked of sweat and smelled like a boys' lockerroom. The air was still and sleepy, with only the sounds being the boys' deep breathing and the occasional rustle of a book page. Lisa relaxed back in her seat, wondering about Sutton High. She hadn't yet spoken to any of her schoolmates. She was dying to find out how things operated in this strange school. She inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of all that boy sweat. The aroma of boy always made her horny.
"Hey!" The whispered word had come from across the aisle.
Lisa sat up and looked over at the boy who had whispered to her. She smiled at him.
The boy stretched, rubbing his eyes. He gave her wild grin.
"You a new chick? Ain't seen you around."
"Yes," Lisa whispered. "Today's my first day. I'm from Parcher. You probably never heard of it."
"Nah," the boy said, "never." He stretched again, flexing his brown muscles. Like most of the boys, he wore only green gym trunks. He was perhaps a year older than Lisa perhaps a little more. His hair was the color of ripe wheat.
Suddenly he swiveled toward her and plopped one of his bare feet in her lap. His brown leg extended across the aisle, glinting with golden hairs. His trunks rode up and his cock and balls squeezed out one leg, lying on the desk seat like a handful of flesh toys.
Lisa stared first at the boy's dirty foot, then at his cock and balls, then up at the study hall moderator, then around the classroom, then back at the boy. He still had that silly grin on his face. Lisa giggled, both dumbfounded and embarrassed.
"Do my foot. It's sore," the boy whispered. "What?" Lisa looked again around the room, expecting to see all eyes upon the boy and herself. The girls kept reading the boys went on sleeping, and the moderator stared at his book as if he'd been sculpted from a block of limestone.
"Massage it," the boy said.
"But I don't know how." Lisa felt foolish. What if someone were to look at her now, with a boy's big dirty foot in her lap?
"Rub it," the boy said. "What's to know?" He raised his leg and stroked her lips with his big toe. He gave each of her tits a nudge, then plopped his foot back down in her lap.
Lisa grabbed the big foot and began to squeeze and rub it. The boy's foot was at least twice the size of one of her own. As she massaged his foot, the toy's toes wiggled.
"Nice," he said. "Feels good."
Lisa smiled, feeling foolish. As she rubbed she looked around the room, ready to push the boy's foot away should anyone look her way.
"Now the other one," the boy said. He pulled his foot out of her lap and replaced it with the other one.
Lisa went to work, digging her thumbs into the fleshy sole, stroking the instep, pulling on the toes. As she worked, she suddenly realized that she was enjoying what she was doing. The boy was sighing. She could sense that he was relaxing. His cock had lengthened, but it was still lying on the chair seat like a heavy, floppy sausage. Lisa felt her cunt starting to drool.
The boy withdrew his foot. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.
"Peel down your jeans," he whispered. "Let me see your snatch."
Lisa felt herself flush. The boy was surely joking.
"Some other time," she said, trying to sound cool.
"Now!" the boy said. His face turned mean. "Peel down them jeans or I'll cut 'em off," He reached into his book bag and pulled out a jackknife which he began opening.
Lisa tried to keep smiling. This had to be a joke. The boy had his knife wide open. He carved at a callous on his palm, all the while glaring at her with his blue eyes.
"I ain't gonna tell you again," the boy said half out loud. He looked serious.
A boy who was sleeping nearby started in his sleep. Lisa looked up at the moderator. He must have heard. He must know what's going on. But he sat there like a statue, hiding behind his book. Lisa realized suddenly that the moderator wouldn't do anything to interfere. The boy with the knife could probably carve her up and nobody in the classroom would pay any attention. Just as nobody had responded to her scream in the Sutton bus depot, nobody would respond to her scream here. This was crazy. She knew that this just couldn't be. But it was. It was as real as that boy's well-sharpened knife blade.
The boy stopped carving on his hand. He pulled his feet under himself to stand up.
"OK!" Lisa whispered. "OK! OK!" She unzipped and unsnapped her jeans. Lifting her ass, she forced them halfway down her thighs.
"Farther," the boy said.
Lisa pushed them to her knees.
The boy hooked her jeans with his toes and dragged them down to her ankles.
"Spread them legs wide," he said.
As Lisa spread her legs, she felt the cool air of the classroom between her wet pussy lips. Though she still had her shirt and shoes on, she had never felt so naked in her life.
The boy plopped his big foot between her legs. He tickled between her cunt lips with his big toe.
"New kid," he said. "Juicy and new kid. That's how I like my pussy."
His cock, which was completely hard now, stood up out of his gym trunks like an ivory club. The big knob tip's end was purple and dripping juice. He held the big pecker between his thumb and two fingers and began to massage the nerve strand on the backside of the cock just under the arrow shaped head. Precum bubbled down over his fingers, and his big nuts rolled in their tight sac. As he pumped his cock, he rubbed his big toe up and down between Lisa's inflamed pussy lips.
Lisa sighed out loud. She couldn't help herself. After that boy in the bus, then that youth in the depot, Lisa's pussy felt like a seething volcano. She needed to come, had to come. And she would come even if everybody turned around to watch her. She wiggled her ass on the chair, driving her cunt at the boy's foot.
"Dirty little bitch," the boy said, ramming his big toe up Lisa's cunt. "I could tell right off you was a dirty little cock sucking, ass licking toe fucker. You'll be all right, baby. You and this town are gonna get along."
He jammed his wriggling toes between Lisa's cunt lips. His big toe fucked in and out of her. He clawed at her burning cunt lips with his toenails. He twisted and turned his foot as if trying to rub out an ashtray full of smoldering butts. All the while, he pumped his cock, wrapping his entire hand around it now and yanking the cock skin up and down along the hard shaft. Precum bubbled down over his knuckles. His balls bounced on the wooden desk seat.
Lisa humped at his toe-fucking foot. Pussy juice ran out of her cunt, lubricating her desk seat. Her ass gyrated easily on the oiled wood. She kept her eyes on the boy's throbbing cock, watched the purple head bloat up like a balloon, watched the swollen nuts jump in their sac.
Shoot it! she wanted to cry out. Let me see that thick cream fly.
She grabbed the boy's hot foot and tried to ram his big toe deeper up her cunt. She wished she could feel his whole squirming foot inside her. Her cunt and asshole and loins swam with sex sensations. She felt the tip of her spine tingling. All at once she was coming.
She felt her eyes rolling. Her vision got blurry. She felt like rolling up into a ball and crushing the almost painful sensations out of her pussy. But all she could do in this situation was to hold onto the boy's foot and squirm, holding back her cries of pleasure. As her spasms began lessening in intensity as her vision started to clear, the boy's cock started to spurt.
The boy's brown body stiffened, the muscles of his abdomen defining themselves as if carved in stone. As his white cum burst in thick ropes from his cock, his eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. His cum splashed against his chin, his chest, his armor like abdomen, laying on the sweaty brown flesh like gobs of pearly-white grease. Lisa counted his ejaculations: seven hard, heavy, thick ones, then five more little ones in which the cum oozed out more than it spurted. When the boy finished coming, he pulled his dripping toe out of Lisa's cunt, sat panting for several moments, then looked at her.
"Lick it off," he said.
Lisa stared at him, not really sure what he was talking about.
"Get over here and lick the jizz off me," he said. "I ain't gonna tell you again."
Lisa struggled out of her seat her ankles still bound by her jeans. As she pressed up close to the boy to lick the cum off his brown skin, she could feel his heat, could smell his sweat. She began to lick, catching the warm gobs of jism and swallowing them. When she'd finished licking off his chest and belly and chin, she sucked the cum off his cock, then chewed off his hand. He smelled like cock and jism.
Lisa felt like moaning out loud. She'd lick the boy's sexy body all day and all night if she could. She nuzzled down under his arm and licked at his armpit. The boy pushed her away.
"Get dressed, bitch," he said. "You've had enough."