The next day in school, Jenny couldn't keep her mind on her work. The throbbing in her loins and the itch between her legs wouldn't quit. It was the way she used to feel when she hadn't masturbated for weeks. Now she was feeling that way even though she'd come several times yesterday. The problem was, she kept thinking about Skip and his big cock, and his hot, wet tongue. Every time she remembered the feel of his tongue wiggling inside her cunt, or up her asshole, she nearly jumped out of her skin with excitement. She didn't see how she was going to make it through the day without going crazy.
In physics class, which she always found unbearably dull, she crossed her bare legs under her skirt and started squeezing her thighs together, working her slick pussy-lips against each other, massaging her clit with the muscles of her cunt. She'd sworn that never in a million years would she ever masturbate in the classroom – as she'd so often observed other girls doing – but today it was either jack off in class or start screaming.
The physics classroom had double desks, which looked like tables, rather than single desks, and Jenny's desk was in the last row, in the corner. Her desk partner, Tricia Blake, a dizzy little ninny who chewed gum incessantly, noticed Jenny squeezing her legs together and gave Jenny a wicked smirk, which Jenny tried to ignore. Tricia knew very well what Jenny was doing, for Jenny had seen Tricia do the same thing many times before.
Tricia leaned toward Jenny. "How's it feel?"
Jenny turned red, but said nothing. If she hadn't been so unbearably horny, she'd have stopped masturbating immediately, but she couldn't stop. All she wanted to do was to get off so she could recover her sanity.
Jenny's breathing became heavier and more rapid, and she prayed that the whole classroom full of students wouldn't hear her and turn around to look at her. If Mr. Phelps the physics teacher spotted her, she'd throw herself out the window. She had to be out of her mind doing this, but she couldn't help herself.
"Feels good," Tricia whispered. "Don't it?"
The dizzy little bitch reached over and started stroking Jenny's lower back.
Jenny glared at Tricia, but she didn't push Tricia's hand away. The other girl's hand on her back felt good. She glanced down at Tricia's legs and saw that Tricia had crossed her own legs and was squeezing them together. Tricia's face was flushed, her eyes half closed as she reveled in her girlish pleasure.
For a moment, Jenny felt like slugging the other girl. How dare she! But a moment later, Jenny's excitement soared. There was something ultra-exciting about the two of them masturbating together, both of them pleasuring their teen pussies in the same way. She heard Tricia breathing deeper, saw Tricia's blue eyes glaze over as her pleasure increased.
Jenny was sopping wet between the legs. Pussy cream bubbled out between her cunt-lips like hot spit, drenching the crotch of her panties. The musky-sweet aroma of teen pussy rose in the air. Jenny was sure that Tricia was juicing just as much as she was.
"I'm gonna come!" Tricia whispered, and her eyes rolled back to white slits. A shiver went through her and her body jerked gently and rhythmically.
Jenny shimmied her thighs together in a last burst of masturbatory excitement. The fuck itch saturated her loins and the tension burst. Jenny clawed the desktop, trying to keep from toppling out of her seat as the spasms gnawed repeatedly through her cunt and nearly made her moan out loud.
After several seconds, a wave of relaxation flowed through her and she sighed. The boy in the seat in front of her glanced over his shoulder at her curiously and she stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out at her and turned forward again.
"How was it?" Tricia whispered, but still Jenny ignored her. "Mine was heaven! Almost as good as a fuck!"
Jenny sighed and pretended to be interested in the equation Mr. Phelps was writing on the blackboard.
By the time gymnastics practice rolled around after school, Jenny was going out of her mind again. If anything, she felt even hornier than before she'd jacked off in physics class. As she dressed in the locker room, a few drops of pussy-juice trickled down the insides of her thighs. Out in the gym, she stumbled and tripped and fell repeatedly because her timing was all off. She couldn't concentrate on doing flips and somersaults. She fell off the balance beam so many times that Coach Peters focused all his attention on her, which made her twice as nervous and uncoordinated. He caught her when she fell, always sliding a hand between her legs for a moment and holding her by the crotch. He did this with all the girls when he caught them, and Jenny was used to feeling his hand between her legs, but today she was embarrassed because the crotch of her gymnastics outfit was all wet.
"Jenny, honey, your mind seems to be on anything but gymnastics today," the coach said. He had his arm around her shoulder.
"I'm not feeling too well," Jenny said. "I think maybe I should go home."
"Would you like to lie down in my office for a while? See if you feel any better after a rest?"
"I don't think so," Jenny said. "I'd better go home."
"All right, sweetheart. I hope you're not coming down with something. We have a meet next week, you know."
Jenny undressed quickly in the locker room. Without bothering to shower, she dressed again and grabbed her books. She left the locker room by the rear exit and walked down the deserted north-basement hallway, heading for a rear exit that was rarely used. Coach Peters' office was the only room off this hallway, and Jenny had to pass by it on her way out. As she was passing his office, she heard a girl's giggle behind the closed office door.
Jenny stopped to listen, curious about who was in the coach's office. She heard the girl's giggle again, then Coach Peters' deep-voiced laugh, a laugh Jenny would have recognized anywhere. Jenny wondered if the girl had been injured. The coach often took girls down to his office if they got injured. The girl certainly didn't sound injured. She sounded downright giddy. Jenny put her ear to the door.
"Yeah!" the coach said. "Yeah! Yeahhh!"
The girl had stopped giggling. Jenny heard rhythmic movements of some kind, then thought she heard the girl gag.
"Suck it!" the coach groaned. "Suck every inch!"
Jenny started to sweat. Her heart pounded and she began to feel faint. Although she wasn't exactly sure what was happening in the coach's office, she knew it was something sexual. One of Jenny's teammates on the gymnastics team was having sex with the coach. She couldn't believe it!
Suddenly, the coach grunted. "I'm coming! Drink it! Swallow every drop!"
The girl sounded as if she were choking to death. The coach grunted repeatedly like a bull. Jenny thought she was going to faint with excitement and fear. What if the coach caught her eavesdropping? What if he suddenly yanked open the door and saw her standing there?
There was a commotion in the office, as if a desk was being moved, and Jenny pulled away from the door and fled down the hallway and out of the school building as quickly and quietly as she could.
She arrived home in what seemed like minutes. She'd been so absorbed in thoughts, so lost in the whirling commotion of her mind that she'd walked home mechanically, zombie-like, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. It was only when she nearly bumped into the car parked in the driveway that she came out of her trance.
It was Barb's car. What in the heck was Barb doing here? Checking up on her and Skip? Trying still to be a baby-sitter?
Wouldn't that woman ever leave her and Skip alone? Was Barb going to ruin their vacation from their parents by bugging the heck out of them everyday, calling them and even coming over to snoop on them? You'd think they were still kids, for Godsake, the way Barb was treating them!
Jenny decided she was going to have a talk with Barb. And if need be, she was going to tell Barb off.
The front door of the house was locked. Strange. Skip didn't have practice this afternoon and should be home from school. And if Barb was here, too, then why was the door locked?
Jenny let herself in, dropped her books on the living room couch, kicked off her shoes, and went to the kitchen, where she expected Skip to be having a snack. The kitchen was deserted.
Next she checked the workout room in the basement. Nobody in sight. That left only the upstairs. What could Barb and Skip be doing up there? Unless Barb was helping Skip with his homework or something in his bedroom.
Jenny padded barefoot up the carpeted stairs and turned down the hall. Immediately, she heard voices coming from Skip's bedroom. She moved slowly down the shadowy hallway, listening.
Barb was giggling. Barb was panting and gasping. Skip was grunting and growling. Something kept knocking rhythmically against the wall.
Skip's bedroom door was wide open. Frowning, Jenny peered from the darkened hallway into the bedroom.
Barb lay face-up on Skip's unmade bed, her naked legs wrapped around Skip's thrusting loins, her toes clutching with each ramming of the boy's cock into her pussy. Both Barb and Skip were stark naked. The boy's thrusts were so powerful that the bed banged repeatedly against the wall.
"Ahhh, you hot juicy bitch!" Skip growled. "I'm gonna plow your tight pussy till you scream!"
"Baby!" Barb whined, clawing the boy's back, rocking her loins upward to meet his grinding, ramming thrusts. "Ohhhh, Skip!"
Jenny stared as if hypnotized. Pussy-juice dribbled from under the crotch of her panties and ran down her legs like hot sap. She reached up under her skirt, up under her panties, and started finger-fucking herself. She couldn't think. All she could do was watch and feel.
"Oh, you hunk!" Barb muttered, grinding up against the humping, squirming teenager. "Such a big cock! And you know how to use it!"
"You taught me everything I know, baby-sitter." Skip licked Barb's neck, then gnawed into the side of it like a vampire.
Barb's eyes rolled back and a wail of pain and ecstasy escaped her slack mouth. Her body started to shake and jerk, her fingers and toes clawing in a frenzy.
"I'm coming!" she whined. "Ohhhhh, Skip!"
The boy humped her wildly, slamming his cock in her spasming cunt until Barb looked as if she would explode from the intensity of her sensations. As her orgasms subsided, she pushed up at Skip with all her strength and rolled him off her.
"Bitch!" Skip panted. "I was two seconds from creaming!"
"You must learn to hold it, horny boy," Barb said. "The longer you hold it, the better it'll feel when you come."
"How do you know?"
"It's what all my boyfriends have always told me," Barb said. "And I've had a lot of boyfriends." She kissed the tips of her fingers and planted the kiss on Skip's nose. "Besides I want to do an experiment."
She reached off the bed into a handbag and pulled out a tape measure.
"You wanna measure my cock again?" Skip said. "You've already measured it a thousand times."
"Lie back," Barb said. "And hold up your cock."
Skip groaned, but lay back on the mattress, holding his cock vertical as Barb stretched the tape measure from his groin to his pisshole. "You know it's eight inches."
"Nine," Barb said.
"What?" Skip's eyes widened as he studied the tape measure. "I'll be damned!"
"You're super-excited," Barb said. "You're cock's so hard it looks like your knob's gonna pop off. When a cock gets as hard as this, it grows." Barb giggled, gingerly squeezing the boy's cock with her fingertips. "What a slab of meat! I wish I could measure it while you're coming. I bet it would be even bigger."
Skip took the tape measure away from Barb. He put his free hand on top of her head and pushed her face toward his cock. "Pleasure it, baby-sitter! Gimme a blowjob!"
Barb took Skip's cock away from him and began to lick his knob. Holding his foreskin down tight, she slurped around and around, slurped up and down, lapped up the cock-drool as it oozed from the boy's wide-open pisshole. Skip groaned, his toes working sensuously, all the sinews of his feet sliding under the skin.
"You've got such a big, sweaty prick," Barb purred. "And such a tasty knob. Don't ever wash this knob, baby! Anytime you want it washed I'll lick it clean!"
Skip arched up, moaning, humping upward as Barb tortured the underside of his knob with her wet, dripping tongue.
"Big prick!" Barb said. "I love big teen prick!"
She lapped from one end of the boy's cock to the other, lapped front and back and sides, nuzzled down and licked the sweat off the boy's balls.
Jenny saw double. Her vision blurred as hot tears of excitement flooded her eyes. Spit filled her mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly. Her panties felt unbearably tight, and she peeled them down her smooth legs and dropped them, sopping wet, on the carpet.
Then she sat down, her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up to her middle, and she pumped her middle finger in and out of her pussy, her eyes on her brother's huge cock. She tried to imagine the smell of it, the taste of it.
Gazing seductively into Skip's eyes, Barb opened her mouth wide and swallowed the head of his cock. As she sucked, she churned her tongue at his pleasure-strand, making him gasp and squirm.
"I'm close!" Skip moaned, and Barb left off licking his magic spot and slid her lips down his veiny cockshaft. His knob stuffed her throat. She looked like she'd swallowed a rattlesnake.
Skip writhed on the mattress, his blond head tossing from side to side, his muscular feet working as the pleasure coursed through him.
"My balls are gonna bust if you don't get me off pretty soon, lady!"
Still gazing into Skip's eyes, Barb began to bob her head, to slide the ring of her lips up and down his cockshaft, to massage his knob with her throat and tongue. Her right hand was wrapped half around the base of his super-thick cock. Her left hand slid down between her legs, her middle finger disappearing between the furry lips of her cunt. Her eyes rolled ecstatically as she began to jerk off while sucking the boy's cock. What does it taste like? What does it feel like in your mouth? Jenny wanted to ask Barb. Can I try? Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad!
Skip spread his muscular legs wider. He clasped his hands behind his head, relaxing as he let Barb do most of the work. Slowly, reflexively, his hips rocked. Each suck of Barb's mouth made his balls swell and lift in their smooth sac. His sensuously working toes looked so sexy to Jenny that she felt a nearly irresistible urge to crawl into the bedroom and to lick his feet.
Barb finger-fucked herself faster, her middle finger squashing obscenely in her juicy cunt, matching the obscene rhythmic smacking of her lips. Pussy-juice trickled down her hand as she spread her legs wider so she could finger-fuck herself deeper. Her head bobbed quicker, her lips rippling over the boy's prick-veins, her mouth sucking, her tongue churning.
"Ahhhhhh, yeahhhh!" Skip moaned, ecstasy in his blue eyes as he bucked up and down, fucking his salty cock in Barb's mouth and throat. "Feels-so-good! Feels-so-fucking – awwwwwww!"
His body shuddered and his cum erupted into Barb's mouth. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as the spasms shot through him.
Barb gagged, her throat and mouth overflowing with cum, her head jerking with each powerful flex of the boy's cock. Cum bubbled out of her mouth, running down the boy's cockshaft, creaming his pulsating balls. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed what cum she could. Her legs suddenly clamped together around her masturbating hand and her loins went into spasms.
"Yes!" Jenny whispered, watching Barb jerk with ecstasy as she sucked Skip's jism-gushing cock. "Oh yes!"
Jenny's eyes rolled back and the pleasure exploded in her pussy. Hot teen fuck-juice spurted around her knifing finger as her pussy nearly sucked her finger off. The pleasure was so intense that she lay back on the floor, out of sight of the doorway, and writhed uncontrollably until it was over.
"You shoot like a fucking stallion," Barb said, smacking her lips and catching her breath. She licked the cum off Skip's cock and balls, then licked her hand clean.
Skip groaned blissfully. He was lying with his forearm over his eyes.
Jenny had managed to sit up and was peering into the room again.
"What's the latest tally?" Barb said. "How many girls have you fucked with this crowbar?"
"Three or four hundred," Skip said. "Give or take a few."
Barb laughed. "That's my boy. Bust any new cherries lately?"
Skip chuckled. "I broke in some little ass-wiggler last week and she fucking fainted when her cherry ripped. She fainted again after it was over and she saw the blood."
He laughed again.
Barb started jerking off. "Tell me all about it – in juicy detail."
"Some other time," Skip said. "Jenny will be home in a little while and you'd better be going. We don't wanna have to explain your being here."
"You get any further into her pussy yet?" Barb asked.
"Just the old tongue so far," Skip said. "She still sleeps right through it."
"I wanna watch sometime," Barb said. "I'll be able to tell if she's sleeping or not."
"She sleeps right through it, I tell you," Skip said. "No way she's faking. She's always slept like that. The old lady has to just about hit her over the head in the morning with a baseball bat to wake her up. I could fuck her pussy all night and she'd never wake up."
"Then why don't you stick your cock in her?"
"Because that might wake her up."
"Don't let her fool you," Barb said. "She's as awake as you are. No girl can get her pussy licked off night after night without knowing it. It's impossible."
"Jenny can," Skip said. "Hey, you'd better get going."
"Does she still squirt when she cums?"
"It runs out of her like syrup," Skip said. "And it tastes so fucking good." He started stroking his cock. "I wish you'd go. All your questions are getting me worked up again."
"I'll take care of that," Barb said.
"Well, be quick about it!"