Chapter 7
Roger Dutton left Erie satisfied. He'd made some good sales and some good scenes. He whistled as he drove along the highway, Westward, through the flat expanse of the Middle West.
He passed the bleak factories and flat yellow farmlands, bored by the scenery. He turned on the radio, found the local rock station, and the music went right to his balls. Wonder who it'll be next, he thought. And where? He reached Cleveland early in the afternoon and went to see the major hardware distributor in town. It was a dirty city, and Roger was glad he didn't have to peddle from store to store here. He racked in a nice order and was gone a few hours later.
As he crossed the Ohio-Indiana line, Roger realized he could be in his home town, Chicago, tonight, easy. Except for New York, Chicago was the only big city East of the Rockies he could stomach. New York had the most beautiful girls and Chicago was the city most like New York and had the advantage of his knowing it like the back of his hand.
Okay, Roger thought. I'll stop in Gary and see the distributor, and the hell with the small towns and the small---time stores. My blood is up for Chicago and the good old suburbs by the lake I used to know.
I'll head for the inner city tomorrow, thought Roger. But first I'm going to take a nostalgia trip. He headed north and drove around his old neighborhood for awhile. Roger noted the stores he'd visit before he left the suburbs again and then checked into a motel---new since he'd lived there.
At dinner, Roger had a few drinks and began to realize how tired he was after spending all day in his car. He thought briefly of picking up some tail, and when his prick didn't make much of a response to that idea, he decided to get a good night's sleep (something he hadn't had for awhile) and combine business with pleasure the next day.
After three successful visits to three different stores, Roger had lunch, made appointments with two large Chicago hardware distributors for the next day, and began a pleasure cruise around the small town.
The night's rest had done him good. He passed by the local teenage hang-out areas and felt his cock grow at the sight of the young flesh loitering around. He stared carefully at all the chests he saw, and noted with pleasure the female ones. The tits were the only way to tell the difference these days, he remarked to himself. Kids sure don't look like they used to.
Most of the attractive teenagers he saw were in couples. They were blatantly sexual, even on the street. Boys walked casually with their arms around a girl's shoulder, hands dangling on free-swinging boobs. Couples rubbed against each other suggestively. The boys wore tight pants and their hadrons showed through, invitingly. Roger wondered what chance he, in his middle-aged clothes and with his middle-aged body would have in a place like this.
Roger slowly pointed the car toward his old high school. Don't suppose there'll be anyone there now, he thought, but I might as well see what the place looks like. Roger drove up to the corner where his old high school had been. It looked completely different. The campus spread out over two whole blocks now, and there was a long, low, red brick building where, the ancient four-story structure had once stood. Roger parked the car in a visitor's space and began walking over the grounds. At the end of one of the wings of the new building was the old high school Roger had gone to.
It looked insignificant, despite the fact that it was taller than the rest of the school. Who'd have ever thought this would happen, Roger said to himself.
Roger walked over to what had once been the main entrance of the school. It was locked. He went back to the door with the canopy over it and sneakily eyed the pretty teen-aged girls who were loitering around the entrance.
"Haven't seen you around here before," one girl said to him. "You a new teach or something?"
Roger was shocked at her arrogant, inviting tone of voice. "Uh, no," he said. "Just---visiting."
"Too bad," the girl giggled.
Roger walked into the building. On the wall was a map of the campus and a building directory with a red arrow marked, "You Are Here."
He located the old school on the map and noticed that the entire building had been turned into a gym area---practice gyms, the sign read. Apparently the real games were played in the new gym, which doubled as an auditorium. Dressing rooms, he noticed, were on the second floor of the old building, above what had been the main gym once.
Roger felt excitement coming on as he studied the map and remembered his pastime of the old days. In the old days, he remembered, he and his pals had drilled some peepholes into the floor of the boys' john, which was, for some strange reason, above the girls' dressing room, and they'd had themselves a ball, jerking off and exchanging stories about the girls they could see showering down below. He wondered if he could still do that.
He made his way toward the old building. It looked better than ever, he thought. Some walls had been demolished and windows had been replaced with modern types, there had been a necessary paint job. And, even better than he had hoped, there was a directory to that building too, more detailed than the one he'd first seen. The entire main floor had been made into a huge gym that could be divided five or six different ways with partitions. The left half of the second floor, leading to the left part of the gym, was all the girls' dressing rooms and showers.
He ran up to the third floor and turned left, looking for what had once been the boys' bathroom. He thought he had found the correct door, but instead of "Boys" it read "`Coaches' Lounge" Luckily, it was unlocked.
I'll just say I'm a visitor looking over the old homestead if anyone's in here, Roger thought, but as he entered the room, he saw it was empty. The room was nicely decorated and modernized. Several comfortable couches and chairs were placed in a conversation pit. There was a blackboard, a hot plate and refrigerator, and everything necessary for making coffee, plus a wet bar, a small john and a coat room.
Roger tried to imagine the place as it had once been. In his mind's eye he visualized himself and his buddies peeking into the holes over the girls' dressing rooms. The coat room, Roger thought. It was where the coat room is now. Sure enough, at the end of the room, which was long and narrow, in each corner, were two tiny holes.
Roger lay down on his stomach and peered through them as if they were binoculars. He got a clear view of the showers, which weren't anything like they used to be. Once they had been separate cubicles with flimsy white curtains separating them. Now it was a modern tiled room with shower heads coming out of the walls at intervals. He could also see the locker room, divided off from the shower room with a thick tile wall that went about 3/4 of the way up to the ceiling.
The lockers were lined up next to each other, with a row of benches in front, affording the girls no privacy---from each other, or from Roger.
Roger felt his cock grow large and rubbed it over the floor. He hoped someone would come into the dressing rooms soon. What if someone finds me here, he thought. Then he realized that it was still hot and no one would be wearing coats. Fortunately, the coat room had a window, which was open and provided adequate ventilation for Roger.
Maybe I could even get out through that window, if someone comes in to use the lounge, he thought.
Roger let his mind wander. He thought of the pretty young girl who'd stopped him at the school door a few minutes earlier. She'd had on tight dungarees and a halter top, and he wondered how the boys in her class could concentrate on any lessons other than that girl. He imagined her coming into the locker room and stripping off her skimpy halter top. Then he imagined her running into the showers with her tits jiggling. Then he urged her on to soap herself up and play with her titties a little, sudsing them up good and making them glisten and stick out. Then she might suds up her pussy and she might wash herself inside and out, thrusting a soapy finger into that lovely young cunt and bringing it out. She'd rub and rub her twat and her boobs over and over again and she'd begin to breathe real hard, and then Roger imagined himself down there in the shower with her, his cock sticking out so big and hard and she'd give it a few kisses before ramming it into her hot soapy cunt.
Roger felt a thrill zoom through his prick as he wiggled against the door. He wished he had a pillow.
Then Roger remembered that there were throw pillows on the couches in the lounge and went to get one. He rearranged himself so that the pillow was just under his cock. That's better, he thought, although he knew he might stain the pillow when he came. He'd just leave it here on the door, or throw it out the window. No matter.
Just then a bell rang and he heard noises down below. He put his eyes to the holes and saw about a dozen jabbering teenage girls come into the locker rooms. They congregated in twos and threes mostly, and the sound echoed through the room and carried right up to him.
Most of the girls were quite pretty, with long hair in a variety of colors caressing their shoulders. One was chubby, and she wasn't speaking to anyone. She quickly removed her skirt and blouse and put on her gym suit. She'd had good tits, Roger noticed. They were spilling out over her bra, but the rest of her wasn't too great. He watched excitedly as they each undressed. Some wore tiny little bras to cover barely developed titties and some even were braless. Their nipples jutted out invitingly. Some breasts were pointed and others were nicely rounded and all bounced a little bit as the girls put on their shorts and, alas, their blouses for gym.
There was one girl, Roger noticed, who was exceptionally voluptuous. Her ass was nicely rounded and her waist was tiny, while her boobs were big---too big to be without a bra. She wore see---through panties and Roger could see her black cunt bush right through her pants. Even the other girls stared at her, but she didn't seem to mind and she put on her gym suit without embarrassment. The blouse was a little too tight.
"Gosh, Linda," said one of the tiny-titted girls, "I wish I had your figure.
"Yes, Ann, it has its advantages," Linda said.
Within a few minutes all the girls were dressed and out of the locker rooms. Roger began to imagine Linda, the one with big boobs and dark black pussy hair, naked, when he heard more sounds in the locker room.
There was a striking redhead, tall and slender, with braless breasts, wearing a T-shirt, and a shorter blonde-haired girl whose tits jutted out in a point. They both began to undress hurriedly. "We're going to get a late mark," the redhead said.
"So why bother to go at all?" said the blonde. "That bitch in there loves to mark us late. A cut is better than nothing."
"Right," said the redhead. "We could play around a little... we've got until the warning bell rings."
"Let's go in the shower," said the blonde.
They finished undressing and Roger twitched his cock into the pillow. This is too good to be true, he thought, feeling his prick grow harder and harder.
The two naked girls wiggled their delectable asses into the shower room and turned on the water. The redhead began to soap herself up slowly and languorously, fingering over her breasts and playing with them lovingly. She cupped one breast in both soapy hands and said to the blonde, "Alice, why don't you wash me?"
"I'd love to," said Alice, as she reached out for the tit that was offered to her. She washed it and washed it and then, when the shower had rinsed all the soap oil the redhead's breasts, Alice began to suck on them and kiss them. She pulled the redhead's nipples out with her teeth, making them hugely erect and then wiggled her finger back and forth over them, making them vibrate. The redhead began to writhe and wiggle her hips.
"Touch my pussy, Alice," she said.
"Okay, Edith," the blonde said, and she placed her hand on the red cunt hair.
"Alice," Edith instructed. "Put your finger right inside me," and she moved her hand deeper between her legs.
Roger kept rubbing up and down on his pillow. He finally unzipped his pants and took out his swollen cock and played with it. I wish I could put this cock in you, Edith, he thought. I'd like to shove it right into your pussy and give it to you real good.
"That's good," Edith squealed. "Oh, Alice, that feels so good. Just like a man."
"I bet a man feels better than this," Alice said. "A man's thing is bigger than this."
"Yes," sighed Edith, "you're probably right."
"Now you do it to me," Alice said.
"Okay," said Edith. "Only sit down and spread your legs apart."
Alice just had a patch of yellow fuzz covering her pussy. She sat down right underneath Roger's eyes and spread her legs. Roger could see Edith pull her pussy apart and stick her finger right into the hole. Then she rubbed her thumb over Alice's little clit and Alice cried, "Oh, Edith, oh!"
Alice kept wiggling her ass around on the loot and thrusting her hips upward, trying to get Edith's finger in deeper. Her tits bounced and jounced up and down, and Roger longed to get his hands on her boobs and his cock up her cunt.
Edith began squeezing Alice's tits with her free hand, and Alice finally cried out, "Stop. Stop. I can't stand it any more. It feels too good."
"I won't stop until you come," Edith said. She then removed her hand from Alice's twat and began to kiss her upper thighs. "Oh, Alice," Edith said. "You look good enough to eat."
She stuck her head down between Alice's spread legs and began to lick and suck on the girl's clit. Alice shoved violently against Edith's head and soon began to moan, louder and louder. "Oh, God. Oh. Oh. OOOOOOhhhhhhhh," she said, shivering convulsively.
Just then the bell rang and Edith took one more slurp of Alice's cunt juices. They dashed into the dressing room and dried themselves hurriedly, dressed and left.
A few seconds later, the gym class came back into the locker room. Roger took his hands off his cock before it was too late and looked for the voluptuous one, Linda. He spotted her with no trouble, stealing the scene from the lovely, delicate, angelic waif-like creatures, who under any other circumstances, would have been enough for him. But there was no ignoring Linda. Her face was about sixteen, her body maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. Roger wondered how old she was in terms of experience. Surely she must be one of the most sought after girls in the school, Roger thought.
Roger examined the various shapes of asses and boobs displayed below him as the girls chucked their gym suits and walked into the showers. He wiggled his body against the pillow and imagined him shoving his dick into a few of those tight little assholes.
He loved fucking girls in the ass sometimes. It was so tight and warm in there. He liked the way an ass could squeeze his cock. Oh, he liked the way it felt inside a pussy too, but there were times when he hankered after a piece of ass, literally. And this was one of those times. Linda took off her brassiere and exposed her delicious boobs to him. He wondered what she'd say if she knew he was watching her. Linda folded her arms across her midriff and her boobs came together and stuck out over her arms. They were a delicately colored off-white, with large brown nipples at the end, erect and ready to be played with, Roger thought, giving his cock a squeeze.
Her boobs were shaped like perfectly round balloons, or large children's bouncing balls, Roger noticed. There was much too much there to cup in one hand, even two hands. If her breasts hadn't been so firm and high, they would have been a caricature, Roger thought. But as they were, they sent chills up and down Roger's dick. I'd love to shoot off between that pair of melons, he thought.
As Linda turned to walk into the shower room, Roger got a clear view of her ass. It was accentuated by her tiny waist, and Roger thought it was just the right size. Any larger would have made her fat, and any smaller, she would have been just another slim chick with huge titties. No, this girl was just perfect, this Linda. God, how he wanted to fuck and suck with this little cunt, to poke his dick through her black cunt bush and ram it in and out of her wet cunt.
Linda soaped herself all over in the shower, fingering on each part of her glorious body, seemingly enjoying herself. The other girls were laughing and washing more quickly, liking the shower and having innocent fun together, but Linda stood apart, in a different league from the rest. Even all the bouncing tits and asses couldn't detract Roger's gaze from. Linda. His hand began moving faster and faster on his cock. He wanted to come while he was still looking at her, before she put her bra on and covered up those heavenly tits.
Then Roger stopped playing with himself. He had another idea. His dick would just about fit in that peephole he was looking through. He was going to stick his schlong into that hole and imagine he was on top of Linda, sticking his prick into her pussy. He watched her squeeze her boobs into her brassiere and left the dressing room with the others.
Then he raised his body over the hole and guided his prick into it. It wasn't an easy position, because his cock was directed the other way, but when he finally slid it into the hole, it felt exquisite. Up and down, up and down he raised and lowered his body, the smooth wood feeling strangely pleasurable upon his cock. He imagined Linda in the shower below him, soaping herself, playing with her breasts.
In his fantasy, he imagined her looking up and seeing his dick stuck through the hole. She'd look at it and get turned on, he thought.
He pictured Linda looking at his cock sliding in and out of the hole. She would open her mouth slightly, ready to catch his come, and her hand moved up and down her body, over her boobs, down to her cunt and in through her curly black bush to her hot stiff clit.
She would wiggle those boobs and stick out her tongue at his prick. "Come on, big cock," she'd whisper. "Come on, big dick, Just let it all come right out, fucker boy." Now she'd stick her finger right inside her pussy and give him a leering smile while her hand rubbed fast and furiously and her body convulsed in a grand and glorious climax.
"I'm waiting for you, you big prick," Roger imagined her saying, and then he could contain himself no more. The cum gathered in his balls and shot out of him as his cock twitched with almost unbearable pleasure. Roger collapsed on the floor. His dick got limp and shriveled in the hole.
He pulled it out and looked through the peephole once again. There he saw his mark, on the top of the wall between the shower and locker rooms, dripping over both sides. Well, this had been pretty good, he thought. Second-best to really having Linda, he thought, satisfied. Roger stuffed his prick back into his pants and zipped up. He was just opening the door of the coat room when he heard someone coming into the lounge.
He peeked through the crack and didn't believe what he saw. It was Linda. No, he thought, it can't be. He looked again. But it was. It was really Linda. There was a man behind her. Muscular and nice looking, and, if Roger was any judge, no younger than himself.
Linda looked younger and prettier close up. And that incredible body... no there was no mistaking that. She had on a tight red T-shirt and red-checked hot pants. Her boobs bulged out of her shirt and her ass was practically falling out of her shorts.
The man behind Linda closed and locked the door to the lounge. "Better put the chain on, Vince," the girl said.
"Right," said Vince. "Want a drink?"
"Why not," Linda said suggestively.
Vince made them drinks. Roger was almost afraid to breathe, but he couldn't retreat from his position. He wondered how the hell he was going to get out of there, and he wished he were now in Vince's shoes. In spite of the fact that he'd just come, he felt a tingle in his balls. Linda stood with her drink and surveyed the room.
"Pretty nice place you have here, Coach," she said.
"Yep," said Vince. "We like to come up here whenever we can. Talk about strategy, the players and stuff. When we have to get rough with the players because of grades we bring 'em up here too."
"You mean rough like you got with Brady?" Linda said.
"Aw, Linda, I'm sorry I gave Brady such a strict curfew," the coach said. "But he wasn't doing any studying and he was dog-tired every game. You shoulda seen he got more rest."
"You kind of ruined my social life," Linda said, pouting. "No guy on the team wants to be seen with me. Afraid you'll put a curfew on him too."
"Well, Linda, old girl, I hope I can make it up to you. Why don't you tell me about your times with Lonnie and I'll see if I can be just as good to you as he was."
"Oh, Lonnie, forget him," Linda said. "He and I never did much. I let him feel me up a few times, that's all. He ` had too much respect for me to go any further."
"Hmm. I thought you and he had been all the way."
"Naw. I didn't want to either. I didn't want to do it with a virgin for the first time," Linda said.
"You mean... "
"Yeah. I've played around a lot, but never really did it," Linda said. "Most older men are too fat and sloppy for my taste," she said, "and the kids-well, they're just kids."
"Well," Vince said, "I'm not a kid and I'm not fat and sloppy either."
"I know," Linda said. "You're the only attractive older man I've met."
I wonder if she'd like me, Roger thought. Of course, most girls do, he reminded himself. I'm in pretty good shape. His cock was getting hard. I wish I could be the one, instead of Vince. He briefly tried to figure out a way to be at least a part of the action. If only he had a broom, or something. He could say he was the custodian, called in to check on a leak. But no, anything he might do would be suspicious, and the last thing he needed was the head coach of the high school after him.
Linda put down her drink and she and Vince embraced. She rubbed her monstrous titties against his chest and he put his big hands over her ass and squeezed it while he rubbed his cock against her belly. Roger jammed his hand down his pants and began to twiddle his own dick as he anticipated actually seeing the girl naked again and watching her get fucked.
Now Vince was lifting Linda's shirt over her head. He put his hands on her tits and fiddled with them for a few moments and then he unhooked her bra and they burst out.
"Oh, Linda," he said, fondling them. "You're even better than I thought you'd be."
"Thanks," she said sticking out her chest.
Vince lifted her boobs up to his face and began to kiss them. Then he put his mouth over one nipple and sucked hard, until the nipple came out hard and distended. Linda reached down and unzipped Vince's fly. "Let's see what you've got there," she said, pulling out his dick.
It was big, Roger had to admit. Even bigger than his. He touched his own cock as Linda touched Vince's, and it was almost as though Linda was playing with him. What would she say if she knew he was watching? If she'd only say her last name... he could look her up sometime. By now Vince had his clothes off and was starting to remove Linda's shorts. "Turn around," he said. "Let me see your ass."
Linda turned and Vince gave out a low whistle. He rubbed his cock between the cheeks of her ass and reached his arms around to fondle her boobs.
"How far did you go with Lonnie?" he asked. "Did you ever get undressed?"' "No," said Linda.
"Did you ever play with his cock?" Vince asked.' "No. You're the first," she said.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Umm."
"Did Lonnie ever touch you here?" Vince moved his hand down to her bushy black patch of pussy hair.
"No," she said. "But I like it. Keep doing it."
"I will. I will," Vince said. "Linda, did you ever play with yourself?"
"Well... " Linda said.
"You did, didn't you?"
"Um."
"I can tell you have. That's why you're so ready to have a cock inside your cunt now."
"Um," moaned Linda, as Vince continued stroking her clit. Roger could see it sticking out, red and swollen with . passion.
Vince and Linda went over to one of the couches.
"Ever suck a cock?" Vince asked.
"No."
Vince put his cock near Linda's face and she took hold of it and thrust her mouth around it. She moved her head up and down as if she'd been giving blow jobs all her life and Roger could see the pleasure on Vince's face and feel the thrill in his own cock.
Linda stopped after a few seconds. "I've heard about men who shoot off too soon," Linda said. "I don't want that to happen."
"It won't," said Vince. "I can't believe you never did that before."
"Well, I guess it comes naturally."
Vince kept on playing with Linda's pussy and clit until she was writhing with passion. "Put it in," she commanded, "I need it. I can't wait any longer."
Vince lowered himself between Linda's spread-eagled legs and his cock slithered inside her cunt.
"Oh," Linda said. "Ouch, oh, ouch, oh, oh, Oh,"
"I hope I'm not hurting you," Vince panted as he moved his dick in and out.
"Not exactly," Linda said, breathing hard.
"You sure are a tight little virgin," Vince said, giving an extra hard thrust.
"Ouch," Linda said.
"Sorry," Vince said, "but I had to bust your cherry."
"I'm surprised it was there," she said.
"You are a virgin?"
"That doesn't matter," Linda said. "I read it can get broken lots of ways."
"Well," said Vince, "this is the best way."
"Um," Linda muttered.
Vince moved his cock slowly in and out of Linda's pussy and she wiggled her hips under him like no virgin Roger had ever seen.
"Like it?" Vince asked.
"Wow, it's even better than I thought it would be," Linda said. "You're pretty good."
"You are too," Vince said. "You move real nice, Linda. I can't believe you're just sixteen and a virgin."
"Well, I'm still sixteen, but I'm not still a virgin."
"I'd like to make you not a virgin in another way," Vince said.
"How?"
Ever know anyone who got fucked in the ass?" Vince asked.
"No, but I read about it?"
"Like to try it?"
"Why not."
Linda turned around and Vince told her to get up on her hands and knees. Roger was pumping his cock furiously now. Vince spread Linda's ass cheeks open and played with her asshole a little. Then he shoved his cock in.
Linda gave a few shivers of delight. Vince reached his hands in front of her to play with her clit.
"Oh God, Vince, Oh, God! " Linda screamed. "Do it, do it, do it more. Oh, yes, yes, yes." The girl panted and convulsed, and her legs buckled.
Vince pulled her up again and continued ramming her in and out a few more strokes until he shuddered and shot off into her tight little asshole.
As for Roger, he was furiously beating his cock, watching every move the couple made, imagining it was his dick in Linda's asshole and he shot off just as Vince came.
Roger mopped himself up with his handkerchief as the pair dressed.
"Well, Linda, I hope we can see each other again."
"I don't know why not," Linda said.
Vince unlocked out the door and peeked out. "Coast is clear," he said, and the two left.
Roger followed a few moments later. He had to find some action, he thought. It's fun to watch, but next time I'm going to get into the act.
Later that day, Roger reserved a room in downtown Chicago and a table at the Playbunny Club. Tomorrow, after he'd made some sales in the city, he'd get laid, he resolved.