As her cunt walls began convulsing and gripping down extra-hard on his prick, he came. Their orgasms were almost simultaneous. He didn't believe it was necessary for them to both cum at the same time to get the maximum enjoyment out of fucking.
He knew that wasn't true.
But it was nice. This proved it. She bucked around, screaming so that everyone left around the school could hear if they were nearby. He didn't care one iota.
All that mattered to him was his pumping cock.
He blasted out spurt after creamy spurt of his jism into her wanton hole. The release after their danger, after the exertion, was real He'd never felt better about fucking than he did then.
Sure, Laurie was a sexy girl. He'd had a lot of sexy, wanton girls. She was better than most of them but not all. It was her insistence on the unique, the bizarre, that sot her apart. Mike was puffing hard when he pulled her back onto the roof.
Looking into her blazing green eyes told him all he needed to know. She'd loved every danger-filled second of their fucking. And she wanted more.
How he'd give it to her after this, be didn't know.
But he found away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After the sun had gone down, Mike simply couldn't get it up any more. He said, tiredly, "Laurie, you finally wore me out."
"As long as I didn't wear you down!"
"No," he said looking at his exhausted prick. "I don't think it's worn off any.
It's just tired. And so am I."
"That's okay, Mike. You were great! And I loved it when we screwed on top of the tower." His eyes drifted up to the top of a metal tower constructed by some science students. They had various meteorological experiments on the very top.
A small platform halfway up had provided all the space she and Mike needed to ball though.
It had been as kinky in its way as fucking with her hanging over the ledge and looking straight down at the ground.
"I've got to get to the pep rally. Big game tonight, you know."
"I don't keep up with such things."
"I know," Laurie said. "You have other things to keep up." She bent and kissed his sleeping prick. She looked into his eyes then and said, "This is the big school rivalry. The school out on Eight Mile Hill has beaten as the past three years."
"Think Eight Miles High will do it again?"
"Yeah. But there's no reason not to go to the game," she said brightly. Then she found her panties, wiggled into them and was gone.
The man was left bewildered. He didn't know where she got her energy. They had screwed four or five times. He couldn't remember. Each time bad been just as good or better than the time before. His poor prick was worn to a nubbin. He wouldn't be able to get it up for a month.
But just thinking about his sexy student sent a thrill of sensation into his loins. He might be able to get his boner back sooner than he'd thought. Laurie was just too much!
The girl was already down on the ground floor and racing toward the gym. She'd promised Sid she'd meet him-and with a special plan just for the two of them.
The idea for one of the kinkiest, most perverted sex acts had come to her during math class. She had been thinking about Sid's eight-inch prick and how nice it felt. It didn't matter if she held it in her hand, took it in her mouth or let him fuck her up the cunt. All felt great.
Why not somewhere else?
She vowed to find out.
The gym was already filled and the cheerleaders were screaming at the top of their lungs. She couldn't have cared less about them. It was Sid she wanted to find. Sid and his cock.
Her sexual antics with Mike had fanned her passions to a raging fire in her cunt. She needed sex and lots of it. No matter how bizarre or kinky, she needed sex. Sid was her answer.
The girl could hardly believe her good luck in finding a stud like him. Jack had been such a drag. He never did anything except fuck with the lights out, missionary position, in a cheap motel, and then he wasn't very good. Sid was hung like a stallion and had a keen, inventive mind to go with the equipment.
She saw him in the top row of bleachers. Wending her way through the crowd, unmindful of the male stares up her short skirt, she quickly dropped onto the hardwood bench in front of her boyfriend.
"I didn't think you were going to make it," he said. ' "I wouldn't leave you high and dry. You are, aren't you? Hard?"
Turning, she could look directly between his legs. His jeans had a huge lump in them.
"Now is that for me or one of those sluts?" she asked, pointing at the cheerleaders wildly leaping into the air, their tits bouncing around.
"Does it matter?"
"Nope. And for being such a good boy, long and hard and all that, I have a surprise for you."
She watched his nostrils flare a little. He didn't know what she had in mind, but it would be different. The uncertainty in him made her cunt begin to water-that and actually knowing what they were going to do.
Laurie fumbled in her purse and came out with a small jar of petroleum jelly.
She passed it back to Sid and whispered, "Smear this all over your cock. You'll be needing it where you're going."
"Where am I going? And in public. Christ, Laurie, there's three thousand kids around us!"
"Yeah," she said, smiling wickedly. "I know."
She stripped off her coat and dropped it down at her feet. The sleeveless blouse she had on was perfect for what she had in mind. Not knowing or caring if this had ever been done before, she reached back and took a blob of the lubricant from the jar and began smearing it under her arm.
"Now look, kid, if you think!"
"Yeah, Sid, I think you will. You're going to fuck my armpit. And you're going to do it with all these people around. Just be cool about it and nobody but us will ever know-or care!"
"Shit," he muttered.
The cheers were getting more frantic and the students were leaping to their feet more and more now. This was what the girl had been waiting for.
"Press up close to me, Sid. Real close!"
She lifted her arm in invitation to his cock. He was slow in responding. She could almost hear him arguing with himself. Should he do this or not? It was silly. And they could both get kicked out of school if any of the teachers saw them.
But what the hell? Life was meant to be lived. And living certainly meant sex.
And sex got dull unless there was variety.
His groin pressed close to her shoulder and she felt a warm cylinder of prick resting firmly under her arm. She pulled her arm in and trapped his prick. It was so long, the purpled head stuck out just a little in front of her body.
She carefully reached for her purse and pulled out a handkerchief. Holding it with her left hand, she could hide where his prick protruded into plain view of everyone around them.
The cheering was still going on. She started jumping up and down a little to give him the idea of what she wanted him to do. His prick slipped back and forth in the well-greased armpit. She felt a shiver of delight surge through her at the thought of how outrageous this was.
And how they might be caught at any second.
To have three thousand spectators-and not a one knew what was really going on!
That turned the girl on, made her wet in the crotch, excited her more than Jack had ever done.
The teenaged stud started rocking back and forth. He felt her arm gripping down on his cockshaft. It wasn't much different from running his prick back and forth between her asscheeks. He wasn't really going into a manhole but he was getting a hell of a lot of stimulation from it.
It was like getting a hand job without a hand.
No one noticed when he began breathing heavily. And everyone in the gym was jumping and shouting and cheering. He was only one of many.