Brant turned his face up and looked at Mary Frances. He had a look of utter peace and contentment on his face. "It's all right, isn't it Mama? It's all right for me to fuck Lindy, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves."
She spread her legs, one on each side of Belinda's head and gently pushed the boy's head down to her cunt. His tongue shot out instantly and lapped into the pool of cream at the bottom of her cunt just under the hole. He whipped it up over her cunt to the long clit of hers as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Her ass bumped against the top of Belinda's head as she started coming off again.
Belinda was glad that Brant was sucking off Mamma's cunt, too, and giving her a good time. It was so thoughtful of him. She was going to come again, any second now.
Meanwhile, back in the halls of the school, all kinds of things were developing. Mostly the doings of the little witch, Valerie. All the time that Miss Ferguson was arranging the details of her masterpiece. Valerie was working on her masterpiece. She had been in and out of the girls' rooms all morning, shutting the door behind her, whispering, plotting, arranging. She had her own plan to put into effect!
She soon had the girls' ears flaming red and got them scurrying around to their boy friends and spreading the plot. She left Peter for last. Naturally. He was one of the main reasons for the whole plot in the first place! She tracked him down on the edge of the athletic field. He was dressed in his gym clothes, but he looked like the most activity he could work himself up to was knocking the heads off some wild flowers with a stick. She snuck up behind him, little witch that she was, and nearly startled the boy right put of his clothes.
"OH! Valerie! I was thinking about you just now."
"I hope you weren't planning to knock my head off with that stick."
"What?" he looked down at the stick in his hand like he had never seen it before. He threw it into the weeds. "No, no, I was thinking about, uh, you know, uh, that night you, uh, came into my, uh, room to talk." He blushed from embarrassment while he spoke.
"Yes, Peter?" she smiled sweetly at him.
"I was wondering if you would, uh, like to talk some more." He was about to strangle on his own tongue trying to form the words and say them to her. God! She looked so good and sexy! She was wearing a short, short skirt that practically came up to her crotch and a knit, pullover blouse. He could see her pointed nipples standing up under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the way those boobs swung and jiggled made the sweat pour off him! Those titties were doing other things to him, too. He was glad for once that he had a tight jockstrap on, at least this time he would be able to keep his cock under some control and not embarrass himself the way he had done so many times before.
"I'd love to, Peter. Why don't we go for a walk. It's so warm out here today, the cool of the woods would be nice."
"I thought maybe we could go back to my room. It's air-conditioned."
"You know that girls aren't allowed in boys' rooms, Peter. Besides, we can talk in the woods, don't you think? I know some nice, private trails in here."
"That sounds great, Valerie," he agreed eagerly. She took his hand and led him down to the opening of the path into the woods. Wow! She thought, this boy is as hot as a firecracker! His hand was drenched in sweat and feverish to her touch. And he was trembling like a leaf! She smiled at him and watched him swallow hard and smile back at her. He was so cute, and so innocent! Well, Peter, you can kiss your innocence good-bye, she thought. You won't have it to drag around with you when we come back out of the woods!
She led him into the cool shade along the path. "What did you want to talk about, Peter?" she teased.
"Well, you know. I've been feeling kind of lonely, too, here, and I sure liked talking to you in my room the other night, and I thought maybe you liked talking with me."
"Do you have a girl friend back home, Peter?" she interrupted.
"No, I, uh, never had a real girl friend, before, I uh, mean, not like…"
"I'm surprised! You like girls, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah! I think about, uh…" he stopped in massive confusion and embarrassment as he remembered that she had seen him thinking about girls that day in French class!
"Would you like to have a girl friend here at school? Peter?" she said, and let a little blush creep up her throat.
"Would you be my girl friend, Valerie?" he blurted out.
"Ooo, I was hoping you would say that. I'd love to be your girl friend, Peter. All the girls will be so jealous when I tell them that you're all mine. How about giving me a kiss, boy friend?"
Before he could say a word, she jumped at him. She plastered her young body up against his and kissed him passionately on his lips. He was taken by surprise, but quickly rallied. He wound his arms around her and kissed her right back, but with his mouth shut. He didn't know any better.
She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue between his lips. He acted surprised as she devoured his lips and nibbled at them with her teeth. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, and she darted her tongue inside. He shuddered and swayed as they stood embracing on the path. She tasted the clean, fresh taste of his mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
While he was getting his first lessons in French kissing, she humped her pussy against his crotch. She had to stand on her toes to reach him. His cock was hard and swollen, but she couldn't feel the shaft of his prong. He must have it caught down in his jockstrap, she thought. She was hot and horny and a little pissed off that she couldn't get his spoke up to rub her clit on through their clothes.
"God, Valerie! What a kiss! I've never done anything like that before!"
"That's a French kiss, silly. That's what you get when you have a steady girl friend."
"That's so sexy!"
"That's just starters!" She stood back a step from him. "Let's walk on a little deeper into the woods where we can have some more privacy. I know where there's a creek back in here. It's always cool and quiet on the side of the creek. Want me to show you?"
When they got to the creek, he looked around. It was a beautiful place. The creek was only about six feet across and a foot deep but clean and clear and bubbling among the rocks. The trees shaded it, and there was a smooth mossy bank in the shade. She stretched out on the moss with her head propped against a tree trunk and opened her anus for him to join her. He wasted no time.
As they kissed and hugged some more, his balls began to hurt something fierce. His cock was still hard and there just wasn't any room left for his nuts in the basket of his jockstrap. He spread his legs to give himself a little relief, but Valerie just moved her leg right in and increased the pressure. He was so hot that he could hardly breathe, and she was getting him hotter by the second. She pushed him onto his back while still frenching the hell out of his mouth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and her leg was snug up into his crotch, rubbing the hard-on trapped in there.
She pulled away from him and looked down into his eyes, running her hand over his T-shirt and smiling. "You're so hot, Peter, your shirt's just soaked with sweat. Let me take it off for you." She tugged at him, and he sat up and raised his hands above his head. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, then stuck her tongue out and licked at his nipples, flat and dark as little pennies on his young, broad chest. He shivered violently and gave a muffled yell inside his sticky T-shirt. He had goose bumps all over him.
She giggled. "I thought that would cool you off!" Then she pulled his shirt off over his head.