Vic was very romantic. Once inside the cloakroom, out of sight of anyone who might walk into class, he took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth was wide and full-lipped and moist and warm. I felt his arms tighten around my waist, the hard peg in his pants drilling. I moved impatiently. I was by now burning to go again.
Finally Vic broke the kiss. He smiled into my eyes. "Know why I came back early?"
"Uh-uh," I answered as innocently as possible.
"Feel" This time he guided my hand. "It's been… ah… stiff like that since yesterday."
"We should… ah… do something to make it all better then, huh?"
"Fuck?"
"Uh-uh. Suck!"
"Gee. You mean it?"
My hand closed tight around the bulge in his pants. I jerked. He bucked. My heart was again pounding, knees weak. I could imagine the adorable little peg in his pants gliding without the slightest hindrance into every hole I owned.
Vic pressed me back against the cloakroom wall. His wide hands sought my breasts. One slipped into the low-cut neck of my dress. "Jesu! No bra even," he croaked, nibbling my ear. He rolled my left nipple between thumb and forefinger until it stood tall and ached then said "Fish out my braciuola."
"Wha…?"
He pulled back and drove his cock at me. "Braciuola! My dick!"
I chewed my lower lip while fumbling with his fly. My hand trembled. The zipper came down. My hand dove inside the pants, inside the tight Jockey shorts, and flattened against his thick pubic hair. I inched down. My fingernails grazed the roots of his shaft.
"Manage… ah!" Vic lifted the hem of my micro, exposing the hairy black triangle at the top of my thighs. One finger screwed into my cunt. "Manage! Manage! It's all fuckin' wet," he announced.
"Ummm!" I extracted his cock, began to jerk him off. He had a fine circumcision. The shaft was smooth, not ridged or veiny like Daddy's, and it was almost pure white in the dim light. "Braciuola!" I murmured. "Bra-ci-u-o-la!" I almost giggled. Roget had nothing on my mental thesaurus for C-O-C-K.
Vic unbelted, unbuckled, and let the pants fall to the floor. His' dick stood at full length. He pushed my hand away, worked the shorts down his legs, and, moving in mincing steps, both garments at his ankles, came against me. "Let's… ah… Fuck some," he said, cupping the tender halves of my ass, pulling me close. "You can suck me off later, Kathie. Right now… ah… I just gotta have some of that soft fuckin' pussy of yours."
Boy! I thought… men were making me crazy for real! For weeks I'd tried to get someone, anyone, even a snake, to crawl up my twat. And now, when I wanted to feel a cock stoking my face, everyone wanted to fuck. It was almost exasperating!
"Jesu! It's going right the fuck in. All the way." Spreading the cheeks of my ass, Vie rutted. "Holy shit! Your pussy's like silk inside. Manoman!"
I kissed him. Reaching around his waist, I gripped his hard flat behind. I suddenly remembered Lois and Mr. George. Standing up. Fucking. I raised one knee, trying to encircle his waist. But it was no good that way. My cunt opened so wide, was so slippery, his small peg almost popped out. I closed my 'legs tight, leaned back, making him saw in and out, loving the feel of cock dragging across my clit, balls slapping my thighs. And the way Vie was humping! He felt all over my ass, fingers probing my shitter, in-out, big hands kneading my melons, lifting, making the cheeks fall and jiggle, fingering the crack, the dimple at top, then tracing the separation, down, down, down and up into my asshole once more. Was he cherry, I wondered. He showed lots of enthusiasm but little experience. Was I the very first girl to feel his hot little peg stoking toward orgasm? The idea was exciting. What material! I thought. What fantastic stuff for me and Debbie to gossip about before writing into our book!
Vic was nearing a nut. I could tell by the way his buttocks and belly tensed up. And now he grunted each time the dear little poker bored into me. I had to stop him. I was convinced he was indeed cherry, like me-only more so-and wanted more than anything-even more than I wanted Daddy right then-to have his first big load of cum blast off in my mouth.
Dragging my lips from his, I breathed, "Don't come in me. Please. Pleeze!"
"Jesu! I can't help it. I…" Vic strained.
"No!" I opened my thighs. His miniature pecker popped out of my sloppy cunt.
"Shit!"
"I might get pregnant."
"Shit!"
I slid down his legs, opening my knees as I went, until I was kneeling on the dusty cloakroom floor. I closed my fist on his cock. It jerked in my hand. I touched my lips to the tip and cooed, "It's much better this way."
"Okay then. Suck!"
"Like 'hisss…?" Already I had the round glans in my face. I drew it deeper, halfway. "Is 'hisss… wha' 'ou mean?"
"Suck it all the way."
"Like 'hisss… I" I drew the last of the shaft deep in my mouth. His pubic hair smelled of pussy. Was that me, I wondered, tasting the bitter sweet gooey stuff encircling the base of his dick like the tight band on a rubber. Loudly I sucked.
"Ah! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHH!"Vic grabbed for my hair. He took hold. Yanking. Pulling it out by the roots, it seemed. "Motherfuck!" he grunted. "Don't stop. Keep it all in your mouth. Suck it goo… ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Creamy gushes of hot cum filled my throat. I gulped as it came. I kneaded his balls-thinking maybe, if I squeezed them Just right, not too hard, not too gently, the little love worms would become curious, crawl up the tube to the aperture, and geyser another delicious blast m my face. I panted. I moaned Incoherently: I clamped my lips tight at the base… refusing to let go even after the last spurt came. I felt his cock shrink, become wrinkled and limp- like an old man's petered-out pecker-and still I held the fucking thing doggedly in m! face.
Finally, all hope of instant revitalization gone, the thing hanging from my wet lips like the rubber finger of a Playtex glove, I admitted defeat. I let go. It popped out. "Boy!"
"Shhh…!" Vic pointed.
My gaze followed his outstretched finger to the partially open sliding door. I sucked m breath. I made a fist and bit my index finger. We were in a helluva fix. We had been so busy, so absorbed, we'd forgotten the time, and now the class was filing into the outer room.
"We're stuck in here all fuckin' afternoon," whispered Vic. He pulled me into the depths of the cloakroom. "Jesu! Suppose someone comes in? What the… ah… what in the fuck'll we do?"
A sudden thought struck me. I looked about, blinked. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "It's too hot for coats," I said.
"Coats?"
"Sure! Nobody comes in here when there's no coats."
Vic looked about, too, scratching his head. "How about that. Not a fuckin' coat in… ah… in the joint!"
"That's what we'll do."
"Huh?"
"Joint!" Again my fist closed around his cute dick. I had never tried sucking a limp one back to life. Now there were hours and hours to experiment.
"Manage!" Vie said.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was home. I was exhausted. I threw off my clothes and fell naked upon the bed. My fucked and sucked Mr. Levine and Vic, and, alwhere, lay like a damp washrag between my young thighs. School was becoming some hotsy place. This was the fourth day in a row I'd fucked and sucked Mr. Levine, and Vic, and, although I loved every minute and was eyeing two other possible studs in class, I was sort of glad the weekend had arrived.