The way her panties chaffed and rubbed into aroused cunt lips caused her breath to come faster, harsher. Soon, she was panting like Frank.
She wondered if he was feeling anything half this intense. From the way he was babbling, she didn't know.
"Keep going, baby, oh sweet Jesus, keep that mouth sucking on my cock. Never felt a chick who could give a blow-job as good as you're doing."
The long pole of his cock appeared from between Phyllis' lips. It came out slowly, lewdly. The wantonness of it made Virginia even hotter. She couldn't explain it. Her head was tumbling around and around and she couldn't think.
All she could do was keep her hand moving along her covered sex gash. The juices from her cunt had drenched her jeans and left a big wet spot. Wouldn't do any good to hide it. She was too far-gone to even think of doing such a thing, anyway. Right now, the delightful feeling lancing into her cunt and spreading like wildfire occupied her attentions.
She moaned, low and deep. The girl was suddenly frightened. What if the two in the back of the van heard her? They'd think she'd been spying on purpose. She couldn't let that happen. Biting down into her lower lip was painful. Blood flowed where her sharp teeth punctured sensitive flesh.
But it stifled her outcries. She hated herself for this. But the sight of the two in the back doing such awful things had gotten to her in some way she'd never experienced before.
Just the sight of that long, rigid prick was enough. But to see her best friend actually sucking on it was shocking.
The way it shot back and forth into her mouth should have disgusted the spying girl. She knew it. But it didn't. That made her feel even better than before.
She was able to watch her best friend being face-fucked while she masturbated and wasn't sayings thing to stop any of it!
Right then, Virginia found herself hating Frank and Dr. Preston and herself. Herself most of all. She was a good girl and good girls didn't watch such perverted things. Actually taking that hard, throbbing prick into her hot, sucking mouth!
She couldn't understand what it was that they enjoyed about it.
"Shit, baby, I can feel that tongue of yours really working at me. I-I can feel my balls tensing up. God, it's like I'm going to explode."
The girl's head was flying up and down the prick now. She was sucking so hard her cheeks went hollow under the suction. And her fingers were caressing the hairy bag of balls.
"Can't hold it in. Ready, b-baby! I, unnni, ohhhhh!"
The first convulsive jerk made the man's prick leap from the girl's mouth. The white-hot spout of cum splattered into the coed's face. She eagerly grabbed the spouting cock and stuffed it hungrily back into her mouth.
Sucking even harder, she clamped her lips around the end of his prick until the very last drop of his jizz had been milked. And then her snaky tongue lashed out and began working on the come dripping down her face. When the last of the sticky white goo had been lapped up, she smiled.
"You're super, Phyl. You give the best head in the whole damn school."
"Not the best in the whole city?"
"Well," he teased.
She flicked his balls with her thumb in what must have hurt Frank. He let out a yelp that startled Virginia.
"Watch that. How the hell should I know if you're better'n every cocksucker in town? All I've done is concentrate on the college."
"Ah I'll bet that keeps you worn out," Phyllis said.
"Not for long!"
"Braggart!"
"Let me show you."
What disgusted Virginia the most was that he did. In an improbably short time, he had another hard-on.
She managed to have a little come. Not much, not as big as she'd given herself looking at pictures of all the brawny movie stars, but enough to keep her silent for the rest of the trip.
Virginia had a lot to think about. Did the other girls do this sort of thing all the time? She couldn't believe it. Phyllis was a good girl. A good girl just like she was. Virginia was certain of that. Surely, Phyl had never had that ugly cock of a man shoved between her legs.
Shuddering, Virginia thrust the thought from her minded. But she was uncomfortable with the way her cunt continued to dribble out its thin love juices.
CHAPTER TWO
"Good set-up, Virginia. You do much camping?" asked Dr. Chambers. The man was tall, muscular and had an air of authority about him that sent shivers up and down Virginia's spine. He was so damned competent!
"A little, sir. With my family."
"You don't have to call me sir. Hell, I'm not more than ten years older than you. Call me Joe."
"Well, if you say it's okay. Sure, Joe." She smiled shyly. She wasn't sure if she should do this or not. It was so familiar. And he was her professor. He'd only been teaching for a year and wasn't more than ten or eleven years older than she was, but still, nice girls didn't flaunt authority.
She jumped a lot when he pinched her on the ass as he left. Blushing fiercely, she glared at his back.
Phyllis said, "You sure made a big hit with the Prof. 'Call me Joe', indeed! Hell, Ginnie, you're gonna see if he's hung like a stallion real soon. And if you do, please let me know!"
"Wh-what?"
"Us girls have a bet going on to see who fucks Joe Chambers first. God, what an ass he has. All tight and muscular. Not an ounce of fat on him. Nowhere can see."
"I'd never!"
"Don't be such a prude, Ginnie. You can. Will you tell your buddy about it? Share the good times, for Christ's sake!"
"That's not what I meant," she said coldly. But Phyllis was already off and talking with Nancy Duncan. Virginia simply stood open-mouthed looking at her friend. She would never dream of allowing a man, any man – even Joe Chambers – to get into her pants. And to think she had been asked to share the experience if it happened. It was down right gross.
Nice girls didn't do things like that.
She drifted through the rest of the day being sure she had all her notes and pictures of the types of rock they were supposed to search for on this field trip. Virginia was aware of both Frank and Joe Chambers watching her every time she bent over.
At supper that night, things weren't much better. She knew Frank spoke just loud enough for her to overhear. He was talking to his best friend, Ron Larkin, the football jock.
"…and then she turns all icy on me and says for me to beat it."
"Beat off, you mean," joked Ron.
"Same thing to her… I bet she's never been fucked. Cold and I bet she's frigid. So I said to hell with that and got the foxiest chick on this trip to suck me off."
"You mean the hot bush over there?" Ron painted with the end of a smoldering stick he'd pulled from the fire.
"That's her," agreed Frank. "Phyllis is her name. We're going out a little later and I'm gonna get me a piece of ass then, sure thing."
He kept turning just enough so that Virginia was aware he was speaking as much for her benefit as for his friend's. She was beginning to hate him and the way he acted. Still, under all of it, she wondered if he was half as good a fuck as he thought he was.
She knew she'd never find out. She didn't want to know. Glumly, she pushed away from the group around the fire and went to the tent she shared with Phyllis and Nancy.
Crawling into her sleeping bag, she undressed.
She hadn't realized how tired she was until lying down. In a few minutes, she drifted off to a troubled sleep.
In her dreams, a huge cock was chasing her, poking her in the ass, probing for her cunt. And she liked it. She moved and wiggled her ass so that the big eye would follow her. It was obscene. She hated it.
And still she wanted it to fuck her. Once, sitting on a low wall, she'd even spread her legs wantonly to the huge prick. It smashed into her and she gasped as it fucked all the way up her juicy cunt.