Chapter 9
It was a warm Saturday morning. Susan had slept late and now, though awake, she lay in bed, thinking. Boy, what a night it had been. She worried that she was moving too rapidly on the path of sexual delight. It was hard not to enjoy what had happened, but she was only fourteen. What could the future hold for her if she did everything now? She wondered what the other kids at the party thought of her and her sister, and what they had done. She knew Jerry was pissed off and that bothered her. She really liked him and thought he liked her. He'd probably never talk to her again after last night. It would be hard to explain to him that once she got excited, she just couldn't hold herself back from doing just about anything. It felt so damned great. Susan didn't want Jerry to think she was a tramp, a slut. She wanted to go out with him, establish a relationship with him. She hoped he would be at the dance tonight. Maybe she still had a chance.
And Carol. Beautiful Carol. Susan was really in love with her older sister. Most of her life she had looked up to her sister. Now, she loved her emotionally and physically. She knew Carol loved sex, male and female, but there seemed to be a special bond building between them. Susan knew something was wrong with what they were doing, but she couldn't help herself. She would do anything for Carol, and she felt Carol would do anything for her. She was in love.
Phil eased the GTO into a parking space near the gym door and turned the engine off. Carol sat snuggled against him and Susan was next to her, leaning on the door. Though the schoolyard and gym were packed with people, not many high school kids owned cars so the parking lot was relatively empty.
"You want to go in, now?" Phil asked.
Carol swallowed the last drop of beer in the can she held in her hand. Phil had stopped and picked up a six-pack on the way to the dance and the three of them had just driven around town, drinking.
"Sure," she replied. "You ready, Susan?"
"Just a minute," Susan answered, and threw her head back, guzzling the remainder of her beer. She was surprised to find that two cans of beer had her feeling pretty good. "Okay."
Susan opened the door and stepped out, Carol right behind her. The girls drew admiring, leering glances from the crowd of boys hanging around the door as they jumped from the car, their short skirts riding high on their legs, exposing plenty of naked thigh. Carol liked the attention and dallied a moment more than necessary, giving them a long look.
Phil came from the other side of the car and Carol slipped her arm around him as they walked toward the door, Susan behind them. Carol felt so proud, secure, happy in Phil's grasp.
"The band sounds pretty good," Carol remarked. The walls of the gym rocked from the music.
"Well, they're loud anyway," Phil joked.
"Hi, Carol."
"Hey, how are you doing, Carol?"
Carol acknowledged the greetings from some of the boys she knew around the door. Being with Phil, she heard none of the obscene, filthy remarks she often had directed at her when she was alone.
Not that she didn't live up to her reputation, it was just the way they cursed and laughed at her, so cruelly, so openly vicious. She just couldn't understand it, especially from the boys she had had sex with. She appreciated Phil. He was different, so different. He did use her for sex for him and his friends, but at least he seemed like he cared for her. He took her places and treated her with some respect. He was nice, kind, mature. As far as the sex was concerned, she wanted it every bit as much, if not more, than he did. She figured she might as well enjoy Phil while she could. She didn't love him, she just liked him a lot, and that was a good feeling. She hugged him.
Phil paid for the girls and himself and they walked inside together. They pushed their way through the dancing couples and found some empty chairs by the far wall. They sat down, Phil between Carol and Susan.
Carol was pretty much a regular at these dances. They were held every Saturday night after school football games, win or lose. She knew quite a few people here tonight, and more than her share, intimately. She had had some really wild sexual episodes during and after these dances, but not tonight. She was staying with Phil and her sister.
Phil knew most of the kids and was at ease, but Susan was a bit uncomfortable. She didn't really know anybody here, never having come to the high school for a dance before. She sat quietly next to Phil and just watched the people dancing, keeping time to the music by tapping her foot on the floor.
Phil asked the girls if they wanted sodas, and when they answered yes, went off to get them. Carol moved next to Susan.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Okay."
"Feel a little out of place?"
"Yeah," Susan replied. "Everyone seems so much older than me. I don't recognize anyone."
"I think Joey and Tom will be here later. At least you know them."
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"Well, don't worry. Phil and I won't leave you alone for more than a dance or two."
"Thanks, Carol."
They fell into silence, just listening to the music. The stage was at the other end of the gym, so their eardrums were in no danger of being burst by the loud sounds. Susan had something on her mind and she decided to tell Carol what it was.
"Carol?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"Could I ask you something . . . something weird?"
Carol laughed at her choice of words. "Sure. What?"
Susan glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot. She kept her voice low.
"I know this is strange," she said. "But I've been thinking about it. The other night, at Phil's, when you . . . you ate me." She paused. "Well, uhh, did I taste all right?"
"Fantastic."
"Even with Jerry's stuff inside me?"
"Of course," Carol answered honestly. Wow, she thought, this was really out of the blue. She couldn't help but smile. She gently touched Susan's thigh. "But I loved it because it came out of you, especially."
Susan felt her face flush. She was thrilled to hear her older sister say that. She wondered . . .
"Here's the refreshments." It was Phil with the soft drinks. Joey was with him.
"Hi, Carol. Hi, Susan."
"Hi, Joey," they answered in unison. They thanked Phil for the soda.
Joey and Phil sat down and the four of them talked together for a while.
Susan saw Jerry walk through the door of the gym. Her face brightened but he looked in her direction, then moved into the crowd away from her. She was surprised, and disappointed. She was sure that he had seen her. Why did he go off in the opposite direction?
Phil and Carol got up to dance.
"Do you want to dance?" Joey asked Susan, getting to his feet.
"No, thanks, Joey. Not right now. I have to go to the bathroom." She got up. "Excuse me."
He almost said he'd go with her but he didn't think she would appreciate the remark. She was acting very cool toward him tonight, like her mind was elsewhere. Susan hadn't been like that last night. Oh, well, plenty of other fish in the sea, he thought, and headed for a short blond standing a few feet away.
"Hi, babe. Want to dance?" he asked.
"I'd love to," she replied, and they moved onto the floor.
Susan walked slowly around the perimeter of the dance floor, eyeing the crowd, searching for Jerry. She wanted to talk to him, desperately. A few boys approached her and asked her to dance but she dismissed them coldly. She didn't mean to be like that, but she had other things on her mind.
Finally, she spotted him near the door to the girls' room, talking to another young couple. She walked toward him hesitantly. She was afraid he wouldn't want to talk to her. She knew he couldn't have missed seeing her when he walked in the door. It was difficult for her but she moved behind him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"Hi, Jerry."
He turned to her, blushing slightly. "Oh, hi, Susan," he answered quietly. There was an awkward silence. He broke it. "I'm sorry. Susan, this is Mary and John." They exchanged greetings, then lapsed into silence again. Jerry's eyes focused on the floor.
"Jerry, could I talk to you for a minute? In private?" Susan asked earnestly.
"All right." He turned to the others. "Excuse us, please."
Susan took his hand and guided him out the side door and into the darkness of the schoolyard. The door muffled the sounds from within quite well and the yard was quiet, peaceful and very isolated. It was early still, but later the yard would be crowded with romantically inclined young couples. Now it was deserted, but for Jerry and Susan. They moved against the wall of the building.
"Jerry, why did you leave the other night?"
"Because," he stated simply.
"But why? Jerry please tell me," she implored.
"Because of that other guy. He bothered me. I thought it was perverted, what you did with him."
"But we were all just having some fun. It didn't take anything away from what you and I were doing."
"It did for me," he stated, his eyes never leaving the ground. "It was wrong."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think it would bother you."
"It just seemed sick to me. Why did you have to do that like . . . a . . . tramp? I really liked you and then you had to do that."
"I still like you, Jerry. I want us to get along really well and then I did what I did. I just got carried away.
"It really pissed me off. I wanted it to be just you and me."
Susan cradled Jerry's head in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes.
"Jerry. I'm sorry, so sorry." She put her arms around him. "Maybe we could start all over again. Can't you forget about it?"
It was hard to resist the sweet, young, innocent face looking at him, or the warm, soft body pressed against his. Susan kissed him gently on the neck.
"Oh, Susan," he murmured, and grabbed her in his arms, kissing her on the mouth. He really liked her and was so disappointed that she had jerked off that other guy while they were making love. He would try to forget about it and just concentrate on the two of them. At least now they were alone. Susan was so cute and she excited him terribly. He couldn't deny his feelings for her.
Jerry pressed his mouth to hers and licked her lips and teeth and gums, swallowing the saliva. Her mouth tasted so fresh and clean. He thought of the last time he saw her, lying naked on the bed, jism filling her cunt and covering her face. The vision bothered him, but he fought to drive it from his mind. He moved his hands up and down her back as they kissed, now and then lightly brushing her tight buttocks. He felt his sexual desires heat and his cock began to stiffen rapidly.
Susan let Jerry's tongue explore her soft mouth, then followed it out and into his mouth with her own. Licking, sucking, swallowing. She felt his cock rise in his pants and pressed her body tight against him, loving the feel of the rock-hard bulge on her mound. She let her hands fall to his ass and she pulled on his cheeks brazenly. He jerked into her, gasping at her touch.
"Jerry, we're alone now," Susan whispered hopefully into his ear.
"Wh-what? Here?" He looked around anxiously. He couldn't see five feet in front of him in the pitch-black schoolyard. He was breathing heavily and wanted to take her, but he was nervous. He was worried about someone coming upon them.
"Yes, right here," Susan answered. "Oh, Jerry, I want to make love to you."
Susan kissed him hard to prevent any argument. He didn't offer much resistance. She reached down between their bodies and began to fondle his crotch, running her hands along the outline of his shaft. Jerry brought his hands up to her body and grabbed her small breasts, rubbing his hands harshly over the fabric-covered mounds, causing her nipples to harden and stick out through the cloth.
"Ummm ..." she moaned into her mouth.
Jerry lifted Susan's blouse and bent his head to her chest. He took a breast in his mouth, biting the skin. He swallowed it whole, sucking the soft flesh, running his tongue in little circles around her nipple. Susan held his head to her, loving the feel of his mouth on her tit. He moved to her other mound, caressing it with his wet lips, nibbling the pink, pert nipple.
Susan moved her hands down Jerry's body. She caught the top of his zipper and pulled it down. She reached inside the elastic of his underpants and snatched his cock, yanking it from its cloth covering. Jerry groaned excitedly as his hardened rod came free, bobbing in the air. Susan wrapped her hands around the engorged flesh and gently fingered his hard-on. She tickled his tiny piss-hole with a finger, while her hands slid up and down, rolling the hot flesh sensuously. A drop of pre-cum leaked onto her hand and she used the lubricant to make his cock slippery. She fought the urge to fall to her knees and suck him off--she really didn't know how much time they would have.
Jerry's hand fell to her crotch without any urging on her part, and he lifted her skirt up over her hips. His hand moved up her legs, then down into her panties, sliding over her sparsely haired mound to her slit. A finger ran along the moistened gash, rubbing her clitoris, then burying itself in her damp hole.
"Ohhh, Jerry!" Susan cried softly. Her cunt was wet and ready for him.
They stayed like that for a short while, Susan massaging his slick pole, he fucking her with his finger, his mouth still lapping at her tits. Susan wasn't about to lie on the dirty ground. She had a better idea. She lifted his head from her tits.
"Do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes . . . yes ..." he answered, his eyes glazed, his cock straining against her hand, throbbing.
Susan disengaged his hand from her cunt, his fingers wet and sticky. She turned toward the wall, bracing herself, and bent over at the waist. She lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down over her ass, exposing herself to him.
Jerry looked down at the ass being offered to him so willingly. Her cheeks were spread, the skin tight from her bending, and her thighs were straining. Her asshole and pussy gleaming invitingly in the darkness. She had such a pretty, young body, he thought as he leered at her. His cock bounced in the air impatiently. He moved behind her, his cock sliding between her thighs, burning the flesh with its heat.
"Ohhh ..." Susan moaned at the touch of his hot cock. She reached between her legs and caught him, guiding his hard-on to her cuntal opening. She held the tip against her wet, slick furrow, moving it around to make it slippery. She positioned him.
"Jerry, fuck me," she whispered.
He needed no further instructions. He pushed forward with all his weight and embedded himself in her with one long thrust. Susan moaned as he entered her and he grunted in reply. He let his cock soak in her warm pussy, feeling her cuntlips clasp him to her like tiny fingers. He pulled out, then shoved back in again, slowly, oh, so slowly,' savoring the moment. He had never made love like this before, and Susan hadn't either. He enjoyed the freedom the position offered him. His hands grasped her fleshy hips, squeezing, forcing her to move back .and forth on his rod. His cock glided easily up into her gaping hole and he took the opportunity to watch. It was terribly exciting. His taut cock, red, rock hard, moving in and out of her pink, clutching cuntlips. He had quite a view. He moved his hands up around her and grabbed her tits, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers, pinching the erect tips.
Susan moved her ass back and forth, meeting every inward thrust of Jerry's hips. Bent like this, she was able to receive every inch of his cock. And she accepted him with delight. She felt his hands move up to her chest and the roving fingers stimulated her something fierce. She took one of her hands from the wall and grabbed his scrotum, squeezing the sac tenderly. She purred with satisfaction and held his balls as he moved.
"Uhhh ..." Jerry groaned at the feel of her warm hand around his testicles. He was approaching orgasm.
Jerry began to fuck her with great passion. He forced his cock in and out of her rapidly, always massaging her breasts. Her pulsating pussy seemed to devour him as he plunged into her, her hands never releasing his balls. Faster and faster he moved, stuffing her, filling her. They moaned and groaned like a couple of animals, their breathing short, gasping.
"Ohhh, Jerry," Susan murmured huskily, pushing back to meet his spearing cock. "Fuck ... me ... "
Jerry felt his orgasm building in his loins and he was ready to blast off. His cock became a blur, moving in and out of Susan with tremendous speed. He moved a hand down and played with Susan's cunt as they fucked. Susan almost jumped at the electrifying touch of his hand on her already ravaged genitals. She pulled his cum-filled sac, begging for its seed.
"I'm . .. coming!" he cried.
Jerry shoved his rod into Susan as far as possible. It jerked mightily, then exploded, blasting hot fluid deep inside her. It triggered Susan's own orgasm and they remained tightly coupled, quiet cries and moans filling the night air. Jerry's cock twitched and ejaculated again, semen gushing into her hole. He was coming like crazy and he held her ass to his abdomen, drowning her pussy with sperm. Again and again his shaft pulsed, each time spewing forth more of the hot jism. Her cunt was saturated, brimming with semen and pussy-juice. His cock served as a plug, keeping the slimy fluids inside her.
"Ohhhh, Jerry," Susan whispered, wiggling her ass against him as his diminishing cock fell from her pussy with a noisy plop. Quickly, she pulled her panties up to keep the liquid from dripping down her legs and wetting her thighs or staining her skirt. Nonetheless, a trickle escaped and she wiped it up with her hand. She turned to face him. He hadn't moved at all, and his breath was still heavy. His cock looked red and raw, hanging out of his pants. It was sticky, slick with juices. He looked like he was ready to faint. His eyes were shut and he weaved slightly. Susan smiled and put his cock back inside his underpants, then pulled up his zipper. He opened his eyes.
Susan, I. . . I. . . really dig you ... a lot," he said, the words coming out broken. He gasped for breath.
"I really like you, too, Jerry," she replied. "Maybe, we can start over again."
They both smiled and he drew her to him and kissed her heavily on the mouth.
"We'd better get back inside before anyone comes out here," she said. "Besides, I have to get to the bathroom." Her panties were soaked and she knew they wouldn't hold back the tide of jism much longer. Arm-in-arm, they headed for the door.
Carol was almost in the locker room when she saw Jerry and Susan walk in the door and head for her. She waited for them to come up to her.
"Hi, Jerry. Hi, Susan." Carol caught Susan blushing slightly and knew immediately that they had been fucking. People just seemed to have a certain glow after intercourse. She decided to tease them. "Where have you guys been?"
"Hi, Carol. We were just outside. We went for a walk," Jerry said, his face flushed. Susan just nodded. "I'll wait for you here," he said to Susan, and the two girls entered the locker room.
They walked through the bathroom and into the rows of lockers. Somehow, they both knew that they wanted to be alone. During these dances, the bathroom was always crowded but the locker room beyond was deserted. No one had any reason to go there.
The girls walked back a bit, then sat on a bench, facing each other.
"You and Jerry balled, didn't you?" Carol inquired.
"How did you know?" Susan asked, her face red.
"I could just tell," Carol answered. She caressed her sister's thigh. "What you asked me before. Do you want me to eat you?"
Susan felt a bit embarrassed and was hesitant to admit her real feelings. "What? Here? With Jerry waiting outside?"
"Sure," Carol replied, and moved her hand up Susan's dress, caressing her younger sister's loins, feeling the sopping panties. "He'll wait and no one will come in here."
"Oh, God, Carol, I love you!" Susan cried, and she sat back on the bench, leaning her back against a locker. She spread her legs apart as she moved and Carol fell to her knees in front of her.
Carol reached up and undid Susan's skirt, letting it fall to the sides. She grabbed the elastic of her sister's panties, and as Susan lifted her hips, pulled them to the floor and discarded them carelessly. She squeezed Susan's soft thighs, then parted the young girl's cuntlips, watching the semen and pussy-juice leak from the hole. She licked a path up the girl's legs, arriving, finally, at the red gash. It was wet and sloppy, almost pulsating in excitement and anticipation. Carol stuck her tongue out and retrieved a drop of the fluid. She gulped it down noisily and with great satisfaction. Susan moaned at the flick of her sister's tongue.
"Ohhh, I love you, Carol," she whimpered. "Eat me!"
Susan pulled Carol's head to her genitals. Carol opened her mouth wide and started to suck the jism from Susan's hot pussy. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, slurping on the succulent box, draining it of its contents. She swallowed again and again, loving the taste and feel of the cum. She stuck her tongue deep into her sister's orifice, lapping the raw insides of her cunt. It tasted so good. Her hot breath blew into the pussy, inflaming Susan. Her tongue flicked around Susan's cunt like a thousand tiny fingers.
"Ohhhh ..." Susan moaned in pleasure. She ran her fingers through her sister's long, silky blond hair, holding her tight to her crotch.
"Ummm ..." Carol murmured in reply. Her sister tasted delicious and she went to work with wild abandon, heedless of the noise their act was producing. She devoured Susan's cunt, nibbling, chewing, slurping, sucking with vigor. She couldn't get enough of her sister's sweet cunt. "Ummm ..." she moaned again into the flesh.
Mrs. Jones walked through the bathroom and into the locker room. She was a teacher-chaperone at the dance and wanted to sneak a cigarette. How dumb, she thought. They didn't want you to smoke in front of the students. Well, a rule is a rule, she decided. She just thought it amusing that she was supposed to set an example for the kids. Christ, these kids today were doing things she would never even consider. Oh, well. She lit her smoke and moved back into the room. She thought she heard a noise and moved quietly to investigate. She was slightly apprehensive. There shouldn't be anybody here now. Maybe, some girls are sneaking some beer. If so, they were going to be in trouble. Mrs. Jones always played by the rules. It seemed to be coming from the next row, she realized, and turned into it. Susan sat on the bench. Carol knelt between her legs, her face buried in Susan's crotch.
"AHHHH!!" Mrs. Jones screamed.
Jerry and two other teachers heard the scream and rushed into the room.
"OH...MY...GODDD!!"
They stopped at the end of the row of lockers. Mrs. Jones stood stiff as a board, her face white, her finger pointing to the two girls. Carol jumped when she heard the scream and just stood there in a daze, her mouth slick with cunt-juice, her face wet and sloppy. Susan was lost. She had sat up but was in such an excited state, she barely knew where she was or what was going on. She seemed unaware that she had no pants on.
Jerry's face blanched at the sight. He couldn't believe it. He thought things were going to be different. Obviously, he was wrong. He turned away, disgusted, and walked out the door.
One of the two teachers was a man and he took charge of the situation. He maintained a coolly professional approach, which wasn't easy under the circumstances.
"Put these on," he ordered Susan as he handed her the skirt and panties. She did as he directed, now painfully aware of the watchful eyes of three teachers. Her face was bright red in shame.
"What are your names?" he demanded.
"Ca-Carol. . . Morgan."
"Su-Sus-an."
"Susan what?" he yelled.
"Su-san . . . Morgan."
"You're . . . sisters?!" he blurted, incredulous. They didn't answer. "My God! Come with me!" The five of them walked out of the locker room and out to the dance floor. They pushed through the inquisitive crowd that had gathered and walked down the hall to the Principal's office.
"Wait here," he ordered as they entered the waiting room.
The girls sat down, their eyes on the floor, carefully avoiding the wide-eyed stares of the other teachers.
The Principal finally emerged and regarded the young girls with disgust.
"Your parents are on their way to pick you up," he said. "As of this moment, you are officially expelled from school." Their gazes never moved from the floor. "You girls need help. You're sick," he concluded, and left them, walking back to his office. They waited for their parents.
The two girls waited in their own rooms while their parents argued in the kitchen. Mr. Morgan had smacked them around a little, but their mother had interceded when he had removed his belt. Now the girls could barely make out what they were saying. There was an awful lot of screaming and yelling going on. One thing was for certain, they were in a hell of a lot of trouble. Susan was crying softly into her pillow. Carol just sat on her bed, wondering what was going to happen to them.
Finally, Mrs. Morgan came up and told them to come down to the kitchen. Her eyes were tearing.
Mr. Morgan didn't say a word when they walked into the room. He didn't even look at them, he just stared out the window, his face red with anger. Mrs. Morgan did all the talking.
"God only knows what got into you girls," she began. "You know we've tried to be good parents to you." Carol suppressed a laugh at that. "I really don't know what to say," she continued, her voice cracking with emotion. She was ready to start crying again. "Carol, we're going to send you up to live with Aunt Mary. I just talked to her a few hours ago and she wants to try to help you. If we could afford it, we would send you to a hospital." Carol felt like telling her she wasn't sick.
"Susan, we're going to keep you here and send you to a school across town. I don't know how you got started in this but you're young enough to get a new start on life. I can only hope that this hasn't scarred you permanently." Susan and her mother cried together. "Carol, get packed. I'm driving you up to Aunt Mary's in an hour."
Carol went to her room and packed. She would sure miss Susan, but not her parents. Especially not her father. She filled one suitcase with clothes and headed downstairs. Her mother could send the rest of her stuff after she was settled.
"Where's Susan?" she asked, entering the kitchen. Only her mother was there, and she gave her a look that could kill.
"She's inside," her mother answered coldly.
"I just wanted to say goodbye to her."
"You can write. Let's get going."
Carol wanted to see Susan one last time but was afraid her mother would throw a fit if she insisted. She would write to her and, hopefully, they would be able to get together once in a while. She took a last look at the house and left.
Susan was on her parent's bed, crying her eyes out. Her mother had tried to comfort her, telling her everything would be all right, but she knew it wouldn't be. How could it be? She was losing the person she loved. Carol. She heard the car pull out of the driveway and buried her head in the pillow.