Chapter 2
Stefanie couldn't get the experience in the classroom with Mr. Hanson off her mind. It had been so exciting! She had never felt anything so thrilling. She thought she might never feel that hot sensation again and she wanted to. She couldn't explain it. The buzz of delight when she came, the way it fluttered through her young body. Oh, how she loved it.
She was tempted to tell her best friend, Julie Kelly, about it, but she decided not to do it, even though Julie was always talking about sex and boys.
"That Mike Crandell, he's so cute," Julie said as they met in the cafeteria between classes. "I'd sure like to get it on with him."
Julie was a good-looking blonde. A square-cut chin accentuated her pretty face, and her hair fell evenly and smoothly at her shoulders. She had a nice compact body, and it was no secret at Plato High School that several boys were hot for her.
"Would you really?" Stefanie asked.
"Really what?"
"Get it on with Mike Crandell. Would you do it with him?"
"Sure I would," Julie said.
"Have you ever done it?" Stefanie whispered.
"Fucked?" Julie asked.
"Yes, have you ever fucked?" Stefanie pressed.
"No, but I'd fuck Mike Crandell."
Stefanie looked across the dining hall at Mike. He was a handsome senior, tall and thin with long surfer-brown hair. The boys didn't have to wear uniforms like the girls did but they did have to wear a coat and tie. Mike looked natty in his gray slacks and blue blazer.
"Have you?" Julie asked.
"Done it?" Stefanie asked.
"Yeah, have you ever been fucked?"
Stefanie thought again about telling Julie about Mr. Hanson but she again decided against it.
"No," she lied, feeling a shiver of passion ripple through her body at the thought of Mr. Hanson's big cock.
Stefanie caught Mike Crandell eyeing her. He was ogling her big tits. All the boys liked her tits, she could tell. She had blossomed so well and this year at school she had been getting all kinds of admiring stares.
The bell rang and Stefanie high-tailed it to Mr. Hanson's class. She took her seat in the back and their eyes met. He smiled at her and Stefanie felt an exciting ping zip through her. She crossed her legs and Mr. Hanson gave them an approving look.
After class, she lingered for a moment, gathering her books slowly as the rest of the class filed out. Then she walked forward.
"Stefanie, come here a moment," he said.
She walked to him in her sexy little uniform, her tits bobbing in the white sweater, the gray skirt swirling about her creamy thighs. She wore her hair pulled back in a pony-tail and tied with a pink ribbon.
"Yes," she said.
"Did you like what we did yesterday?"
"Yes, yes, I liked it," she said.
He walked to the door and closed it. "We have to be careful," he whispered.
He pulled her to him and kissed her hotly. His hands plunged into the soft curve of her fine young ass.
"Oh, God, Stefanie," he gulped when they finished the long, slobbering kiss. "You're so beautiful."
"Thank you, Mr. Hanson," she cooed.
She was trembling all over, half from fear, half from excitement. The rippling muscles of the grown man felt good against her body and then she felt his rising cock tapping at her.
Mr. Hanson pulled her little gray skirt up around her waist and stared at her tight, pink panties. They cradled her young cunt. He reached out and pressed his fingers into the crotch.
Stefanie's pussy and panties became damp and dewy to his probing touch.
"Here," he said, "you put your hand here." He placed her hand on his bulging hard-on.
"It feels good doing this, doesn't it, Stefanie?" he sighed. "Yes," she whispered. He brought his hand up and plunged it down into her pretty pink panties. He ran his fingers through the fuzzy thatch of curls there, and then slipped them into her pussy.
Stefanie shuddered and gasped.
"You like that, Stefanie?" he whispered.
"Yes I do!" she said emphatically.
"It makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
"Huh, uh," she mumbled and sweetly squeezed her history teacher's big, swelling hard-on, pressing in on it with all five fingers.
Mr. Hanson was steaming, turned on by the sweet, gorgeous, enchanting teenager. Her face was so flawlessly smooth, her hair lovely in the pony-tail, her short skirt flipped up sexily. His hand in her panties felt her pussy, so slick and wet.
"Oooh, Stefanie," he gurgled.
He reached his other hand behind her and slid it into her panties and down over her smooth, tight ass. He hooked his forefinger into her ass-hole.
"Shhh," Stefanie said, sucking in her breath, making a hissing sound.
"I guess you want an A-plus, don't you, Stefanie?"
She had never had an A-plus in school before. "Yes, yes!"
There were voices outside the door of the classroom. Mr. Hanson quicky removed his groping hands and Stefanie's skirt fell back into place.
"We have to be careful," he whispered. "Meet me later, after school in my office, okay?"
She nodded.
"You leave first," he said. Stefanie picked up her books from the desk and left the classroom.
Classes were still changing and the hall was busy. Stefanie had a free period, so she headed for the study hall. Halfway there she ran into Mike Crandell.
"Hi, Stefanie," he said coolly.
There was no doubt about it. He was the school stud, and he had every reason to be conceited. He was so handsome! she thought.
"Hello, Mike."
"Where you goin'? " he asked.
"Study hall."
"Wanna come with me?"
"Where?"
"Just come with me. I'll show you."
"Sure, I guess," she said. Who wouldn't go with Mike Crandell, no matter where he might suggest?
He took her down the hall, down a flight of stairs, down another hall to the boy's locker room.
"In here," he said. "But that's the boy's locker."
"Yeah, I know, come on." He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. It was quiet and smelled of musty sweat. Jockstraps were hanging from lockers, shorts, jerseys, tennis shoes, and dirty socks were sprinkled about.
Mike pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His hands roamed over her back and down onto the plump cheeks of her ass.
"But listen," Stefanie protested, "I think..."
He stuck his hand under her skirt. Her pussy was still soaking wet from Mr. Hanson's hot fingers. Mike rubbed her panties at the crotch and Stefanie felt his cock poking at her through his slacks.
"You're the best-lookin' girl in school," Mike whispered.
Stefanie really didn't know what to do, how to respond. She certainly liked the handsome Mike, and she was buzzing with delight from the way his fingers mashed into her wet panties. But she didn't want him to think she was easy.
"You shouldn't do this," she finally said. "I do it with some of the other girls." Stefanie was surprised at this frank confession. "Who?"
"Oh, I'll never tell," he teased. "What if someone comes in here?" Stefanie asked.
"No one will, not during this period."
He dipped his hand into Stefanie's panties and his finger slipped into her wet cunt.
Stefanie gasped, sucking in her breath. She trembled with passion as Mike's hot finger slid into her pussy.
"I'll do you and then you do me," he said.
"What?"
"I'll finger you if you'll jack me off."
Mike reached down with his free hand and unzipped his fly. He took his cock out and Stefanie's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open at the boy's big cock. Although she only had Mr. Hanson's prick to refer to, she judged Mike's cock to be bigger, rounder.
Suddenly Mike had her hand in his. He guided it to his prick and placed it on the shaft.
"You hold it for me," he said.
"Oh, Mike," Stefanie sighed, "I don't know if we should be down here doing this."
"Over here," he said, leading her to a wooden bench in front of some open lockers.
He sat down. "Sit beside me."
Stefanie sat down beside him on the bench.
"Now, you jack me off," he said, and once again placed her hand on his bulging prick.
"Oh, Mike," she gasped.
But she took the throbbing cock in her hand. She squeezed the cock and watched, fascinated as the cherry-red prick head squirted a teardrop of cum that oozed out and dribbled down the shaft and over Stefanie's knuckles.
She pumped it slowly, sitting beside the boy. Both her feet were on the floor, her big tits filling her sweater, her little gray skirt way up on her thighs. She pumped his cock with a sure slow stroke and Mike leaned back against the lockers, his ass laid out on the bench. Stefanie fucked his big prick with her tight fist, pumping her hand up and down, watching it closely.
"Faster," Mike urged.
Stefanie pumped faster, the little charm bracelet on her wrist jingled as she jacked his prick.
"Oh, God," Mike panted. "That feels good!"
"Does it?" Stefanie whispered. "Oh, yeah. Real good. Real good! Don't stop! Faster! Faster! Jack me off, Stefanie!" Her tiny hand thumped the big cock, her grip solid, tight on the pulsing cock stalk. The prick head billowed and spit out another gob of cum which flew high into the air and splattered to the cement floor.
"Oooh," Mike gulped.
Stefanie's pussy was so hot. She knew she had to have some attention down there soon or she'd go mad. She jack-hammered his hard cock. Her hand became a blurry image as she whipped it, beat it, pumped it on the big prick.
"Oh, Jeez!" Mike gasped.
The head of his prick was all creamy white now. Strings of the sticky goo slid down the prick shaft and clung to her pleasure-dealing hand.
"Oh, Stefanie, Stef, Stef," he mumbled.
She fucked his cock faster, as fast as she could go with her hand. She really jacked his cock, shaking it as though she were shaking a bottle of ketchup, hard and fast.
Then it happened. He came in a shuddering eruption. His body stiffened, he groaned and his cock squirted, pouring out a spray of bubbling cream. His cock throbbed in Stefanie's hand and spit out wave after wave of thick cum.
"Whew," Stefanie whistled as she watched his foaming cock in amazement. She loved the sight of his prick flooding out the white goo, the juicy spray, like a milkshake. Her hand was drenched in the slippery slosh. She pumped furiously and his cock squished out more cream. It dribbled out the last drop as Mike fell back and moaned softly.
"Oh, oh, oh!" he gasped. "Oh, Stefanie! That was so good."
Stefanie finally released his softening prick. Her hand was filled with his slathering cream and she held it in front of her and looked at it.
Mike was suddenly up on his knees in front of her as she sat on the bench. He lifted her skirt up over her pink panties, and ran his fingers along her thighs. He thumbed her panties and pulled them down, down over her knees, her knee-sox, her saddle shoes, and took them off. He admired the carpet of cunt fuzz between Stefanie's legs then sliced his finger into her pussy. He fucked it in fast, then slicked it out, then back in, beginning a slow fucking motion.
"Jeez," Stefanie hissed.
Looking down, watching his finger fuck her pussy, excited Stefanie. The way he fiddled his finger in and out sent shivers of delight through her. She spread her legs to accommodate the hot action.
"Have you ever fucked, Stefanie?" Mike whispered.
She wasn't about to tell him about Mr. Hanson. "No," she panted. "No I haven't."
"I haven't either," he said. "I've only done this."
"It feels good when you do it, Mike," Stefanie sighed.
His finger fucked her faster. It sawed into her young pussy, and Stefanie thought she'd faint from the delicious sensations. Then, gripped by the exhilarating buzz ringing through her, she pulled at Mike's head, grinding his face to her pussy and mashing his mouth to her.
She moaned.
"Oh, Stefie," he muttered, his mouth groping, smacking on her pussy.
"Mike, oh, Mike," she panted. "I want you to fuck me."
She fell to her knees with him on the cement floor of the locker room. They kissed and rolled across the floor, Stefanie under Mike, his cock hard, snapping and slapping at her smooth thighs. He pumped and bucked, his cock missing, until in one hard jab he rammed his prick all the way into her wet pussy.
"Oh, Stefanie!"
She felt the cold cement of the locker room on her ass. She bucked up to meet his jackrabbit fuck-jabs, her hands fluttering to his naked ass. She held his ass tightly.
Mike slipped one hand under Stefanie's ass, the other under her neck. Then his fuck-strokes became furious, his fucking feverish.
"We're fuckin'! " he gasped.
"Oh, yes, Mike, we are fucking!" Stefanie whispered.
"Oh, God! It feels like nothin' I've ever felt before!" he babbled.
"Yes, Mike, yes. It feels so good!" Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me!"
"Stefanie!" he yelled.
"Mike!"
"Oh, Stefanie, here I cum."
"Do it, Mike, do it!"
She felt the boy's cock thumping wildly in her hot pussy. She felt the throbbing of it and then she felt the gush of cream as it spilled inside her.
"Goddamn!" Mike screamed.
"Oh, Mike!" she yelped.
She felt her body stiffen. Then a wavering sensation gripped her and she felt the sweet tingle of a hot, lewd climax. She writhed on the locker room floor.
Stefanie pumped her ass at him and it slapped in an exciting thud and thumped back down to the cement with each fucking stroke. The young couple entwined, fucking, cuming together, and Stefanie felt wonderful, fabulous, as her climax multiplied and intensified.
"Fuck it!" she yelled. "Fuck it!"