Thirty seconds! And then the locker would be filled with all those football jocks.
What would they think seeing her cunt so obscenely exposed, a cock fucking her from behind, a tongue ramming in and out of her asshole? And that being done by one hell of a beautiful blonde chick?
She thought she'd been exhausted. New energy room flowed into her body.
"Let's get the hell out!" she cried. "We oh god, ummm, how can you, oh, oh Harder! Damn you, damn you! Give it to me harder all the way up my cunt!"
The blonde was still working eagerly on her asshole. The tongue inside her asshole felt like a worm slithering around. It was uncomfortable-and immensely exciting. She'd never felt anything like it before. Women obviously knew tricks that men didn't.
After all, they knew what turned them on, so why shouldn't they instinctively know what turned other women on?
Sid's cock was getting a real work-out. He was trying to bury his cock all the way up the girl's snatch. He wasn't in any position to get enough leverage to actually do it. But one bonus he hadn't counted on was the blonde's tongue all the way into Laurie's asshole.
He could actually feel her tongue through Laurie's delicate inner membrane.
Every time he fucked into her cunt, he felt not only her clinging hot pussy walls but a rough tongue pressing firmly against the top side of his cock.
When he pulled out, it was especially great. She trapped the very rim of his prick and stimulated him to the point of explosion.
He could no longer hold his jizz in when she started tonguing his balls again.
The boiler ruptured and he gushed out his sperm and semen into Laurie's yearning manhole.
All the while he was pumping fiercely into her cunt, Sherrie was lapping up the cunt juices leaking out.
When he was exhausted, depleted, milked dry, he felt her rough tongue laying away the last traces of his own cum and the girl's love juices. To be given a cat bath by such a sexy blonde should have made him as hard as iron spike. He just couldn't summon up the strength. His cum had been too powerful, his fucking too good. All he could do was enjoy the sensations filtering into his body.
But the blonde wasn't satisfied with just cleaning off his cock and balls. She immediately went for the girl's cunt. Her lips firmly the girl's sex lips, she sucked hard. Like a vacuum cleaner, she pulled out all the jism he'd planted in the tiny cunt.
Her tongue stabbed out and into the pussy. Swirling around like hurricane, she cleaned off the walls, found the lingering beads of cum, swallowed all of it with gusto.
Then Sherrie started working down the inside of Laurie's thigh. The blonde seemed insatiable. Team or no team, she was going to eat out Laurie.
"Stop, oh, niice, but stop! We've got to split fast!" begged Laurie. "I don't know what's kept the team so long now. Sid said thirty seconds and it's been a couple minutes."
Sid whispered, "I lied. We have five minutes then. I just wanted you to really get excited. Did you?"
"Hell, yes! But what's the time now?"
"Now it's thirty seconds and that's no hype."
"Sherrie, please, we can do this later. The football team's coming in here in nothing flat."
"Cuming in here? The whole team? Can I help?" The blonde grinned, a little river of cunt juice running down her chin.
Sid reached over and grabbed her under the arms. Lifting her to her feet, he ordered, "Out! Dammit, out right now!"
He could hear the clacking of cleats against concrete. The team was almost there.
He scooped up the various discarded pieces of clothing and pushed both Laurie and ~Sherrie toward the door through which they'd entered the room. Sherrie turned, looked and then raced back to the bench. Dropping to her knees, she quickly licked across the wooden bench on which Laurie and Sid had lain.
She ran back, panting, as she explained, "Saw a little drop of your cum, Sid.
Can't pass that up!"
"Shit!" was all he said as he slammed the door. On the other side, the football team entered, the coach shouting about lack of team work.
Laurie smiled and looked at Sid and Sherrie. With this team, there was total cooperation. She wondered how they could exploit it some more. This was just too good to pass up.
CHAPTER 10
"That was a close one," breathed Sid. "You should listen up, Sherrie. Don't take chances like that."
"Why not? It was fun!" she exclaimed. He knew then he'd found another one like Laurie. How many fucking exhibitionists were there in this school? Was there something about the dull classes that caused all the hot chicks to want to screw in full view of everyone?
It could keep him totally exhausted finding out. Might even drive him into an early grave. But he'd die with a smile on his face-and in bed!
"I would like to find Jack. I feel guilty about leaving him all alone," said Sherrie. "He's a real pain in the ass, sure, but he is my date."
"I never noticed him being a pain in the ass," said Laurie. "In fact, not once did he even offer to fuck my ass."
"I will," said Sid.
"With what? You're dead for some time yet and you know it, stud."
"I can always hope, can't I?"
"A comedian!"
"A real stud, you mean," said Sherrie. Her hand brushed over his fly and she felt the beginnings of another hard-on. "I don't know what he's on, but I wish all the guys would try it. Never saw a guy get it up so fast after a combination blowjob and fucking."
Sid smiled and shrugged. Why tell doubted he'd be much good for some time yet?
Never disillusion such foxy chicks.
They climbed back up the, stadium steps to where they'd left Jack. He was still sitting there, arms crossed, looking-glum.
"Well?" he demanded. "Get the perverted urges out of your system?"
Sherrie was bubbling over. "It was super, Jack. You should have been there!
Why, we barely made it out before the team came in and."
Jack stood and stomped off.
"The hell with him," said Sid. "He doesn't know a good thing when he sees it."
To make sure Sherrie knew what he meant, he pinched her ass.
She squealed in glee, then kissed him.
When they separated, they saw Laurie looking over at a dark figure hanging on the edge of the stadium, watching the marching band.
"That's Mike Kress, my history teacher. Want some real fun, gang?"
"With him?" gasped Sherrie. "I've had the hots for him for an entire year!"
"No problem," Laurie said smugly. She went over, talking with Mike for a few minutes, then the pair came back. She introduced them around and then said,
"Mike's got a key to the building. Wouldn't it be a real groove to fuck on the principal's desk?"
"Hey, wait a second," Mike began.
"Let's go," the others chorused. He saw he was outvoted by the teenagers, then slowly smiled, saying, "Why the hell not? I hate that bastard's guts. It's poetic justice."
The teacher's key got them into the building and a little lock picking by Sid got them into the principal's office.
"Sweet Jesus, does old Picklepuss have a posh office!" whispered Sherrie. "I never thought he'd be living like a king in here. He's even got a color television!"
"Supposedly to watch the educational station," said Mike. "I know for a fact he watches soap operas. But we're not here to talk about dear Mr. Fontaine's somewhat opulent tastes."
"Yeah! I know what we're here for," exclaimed Sherrie, her eyes on Mike's growing cock. She licked her lips once to let him know exactly what she had in mind for him.
"Who gets what?" asked Sid, already stripping his pants off.