Chapter 7
He came as silently as dusk, easing himself into their smoking lounge, then stealing to the toilets and showers, which in turn L-shaped into the locker room where the two teenagers were playing with themselves.
He framed himself in the doorway, the towel still draped around his waist, and gazed at them. Neither of the girls saw him immediately. Their heads were lowered, their glazed eyes fixed on the sight of their genitals. They were masturbating at an extremely rapid rate of speed. The squish-squish of their fingers penetrating their bodies excited him. So did the soft sighs that escaped from their mouths.
He stood perfectly still, entranced by what he saw, perhaps more stimulated than at any time in his life. His balls fomented with desire. His cock stood out, proud and strong, straight as a stick. Blood raced in his veins.
And unaware of his presence, the girls squish-squished their privates faster and faster. A climax was near. Their skin had flushed, stomach muscles were tensing and un-tensing, and neither of them could sit still.
He was fascinated, nearly as breathless as the girls. His penis quivered, and he felt a strong urge to stroke it back and forth and make himself come. It wouldn't take much stroking, either, not as hot as he was. But he abandoned the urge. His joy juice was going into their pussies, he thought, not all over the floor.
But suddenly the girls were making it. With hands flying between their thighs, hips jerking uncontrollably, they were coming!
The vicarious thrill was enough to make his balls boil. And the smell of their hot, wet vaginas excited him beyond belief. But to see the exquisite joy of the 15 year old, doing it for the first time in her life, apparently, was really something worth remembering. She thrashed and moaned and clutched at herself, and from where he stood, it looked as though she were trying to force her entire hand into her lovely pussy. But the best part, that which excited him most, was the finish-seeing her squeeze her milk-white thighs together, trapping her hand. And she closed her eyes in these glorious closing seconds; closed her eyes and went luxuriously limp; and, Christ! she loved it.
But now for some real fun, he told himself. And watch 'em jump.
He cleared his throat. Their heads shot up. A look of petrified horror filled their faces, and they froze. He laughed at them, a cruel, vulgar laugh that bounced off the metal lockers and filled them with shame. But the laugh also broke their stupor. They skittered like scared rabbits. They dropped their skirts, fumbled for their panties, nearly knocked each other over in the resultant confusion.
"That's what I call being caught with your pants down," he said, still laughing.
Fay said, "I don't think that's so awful funny, Jim. I don't think it's funny at all."
He was slightly startled to hear his name, and yet he shouldn't be startled, he thought. Everyone knew him from the football games, even if he didn't know them.
But now he laughed again, and this angered her all the more. She said, "I suppose you know you could get in a lot of trouble by being in here."
"For jack-offs only, is that it?"
Both of them blushed. The 15 year old, too upset to speak or climb into her panties, stood somewhat behind the older one. She was clutching her panties, and she didn't seem to know what to do with them.
"You can continue if you want," he said, directing his glance to the older one. "I was kinda enjoying things."
"You got a lot of nerve, barging in here like that," Fay said, sliding her panties up her shapely thighs.
"I didn't barge in," he said, going from a laugh to a smirk. "I walked in."
"Well you can walk out," she said testily. "The Little Leaguers' toilets are on the other side of the stadium."
He studied her face, wondered what she was really thinking. He hadn't missed the nervous glance she'd shot to his loins, his towel, and he realized that she'd probably seen his erection. But would she and her young girlfriend be willing to see more?
"There's no need to leave," he said, wanting to be friendly.
"Thank you, but we will," Fay said, speaking for both of them. She took Shirley's hand.
"You don't like me very well, do you?"
Fay contrived a smile. "On the football field, yes; in the girls' locker room, no."
"That's cause you haven't met the best part of me." And it was suddenly clear to him what he must do.
He jerked the towel free of his hips, flung it to the floor. The teenagers gasped. His seven-inch penis sprang and quivered like a new diving board. Its ruby head pointed at them. But instead of exciting them-this was what he'd hoped for-he frightened them.
Fay pulled the younger one by the hand and made a run for the door. He blocked their path. They drew back and tried to go around him. He raised his hand, lowered it swiftly in a slicing motion, and broke their grasp. The 15 year old lunged at him, trying to get her nails into his face. He shoved her away, and then Fay came at him. He ducked under a vicious slap meant for his face, wedged his foot in behind her, and tripped her.
Her ass hit the floor with a bang. In the same instant, the hot-tempered 15 year old came at him, flailing both fists, calling him every name she could think of. He took a short step backwards, aimed a short jab at her chin, which was only intended to hold her off. But she charged at him in the same split second, catching the full impact of the punch.
She went down like a barrel of apples. But as one went down, the other one, Fay, came rushing to her feet. She flew at him in a blind rage, but he was ready for her. His muscular arms closed on her like a steel vise. She screamed and struggled and tried to claw him. He squeezed tighter on her waist. Her nails ripped at his wrists and her hard-toed loafers found and refound his sensitive, vulnerable shins.
But she, too, had her weakness, and it was sex! She was a victim of her own lust, and all he had to do, he discovered, was kiss her, rub her breasts a few times, and the fight went out of her like air rushing out of a balloon.
He kissed her mouth a second time, felt the sudden slack in her body. And as the kiss continued, he felt her give herself over to him and begin to respond.
She kissed expertly. Her soft schoolgirl lips quivered with emotion, asking to be kissed and re-kissed. She shivered gently, and he knew she was thoroughly aroused.
He put his hand on her breasts again, and he encountered no resistance. He squeezed, gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her pelvis moved. A soft sigh slipped from between her pretty red lips.
He did it again, a firm squeeze, the kind of sampling that a housewife gave a cantaloupe she was thinking of buying. The girl moaned quietly, and he never ceased to be amazed by how much teenagers loved to have their breasts fondled. They'd let you play with their tits all day if you wanted to and never complain. But go for their panties, try to feel up their pussies, and half of them got scared and made you stop. Only Fay wasn't in the half that got scared, which he found out the instant he raised her skirt and touched her cool, smooth legs.
She widened her stance, making her crotch all the more available. He kissed her mouth, simultaneously exploring beneath her skirt. He sensed that she was as anxious as he was and he moved his hand quickly to the vee of her panties.
It came as no surprise that she was soaking wet down there. The jacking-off had contributed; this was doing even more. He didn't let up, not for a second. He pulled the crotch of her panties aside, wiggled his finger into her hotly-juiced young pussy. She sucked in a mouthful of air. He slid his finger back and forth in her crack.
"Ohhhh!"
"Nice?"
She was too excited to put her feelings into words, but she allowed him to pull her panties further aside, which enabled him a deeper penetration into her cunt.
"This isn't fair," he whispered into her ear. "I've got everything off and you've got everything on." He kept on fingering her crack. "Do you want to take your clothes off?"
She nodded quickly. He released her, and in the same instant, they both noticed that Shirley was still on the floor and hadn't moved.
He felt a quick stab of panic. He fell to his knees, took her limp wrist in his hand, and searched for a pulse.
"She's all right," Fay said, kneeling beside him. "Y'just knocked her out, that's all."
Fay was right. She was breathing regularly, he noticed, and except for a slight redness around her chin where he'd struck her, she appeared normal.
"I didn't mean to hit her," he said, still concerned. "But she sort of walked into it."
"She'll be all right," Fay said again. "Stop worrying." She smoothed down her friend's skirt. Then she felt her forehead. The 15 year old began to stir. "I think she's coming to," she said.
He was relieved. He sighed heavily. "I'm sure glad of that. For a minute there, I was worried." But he didn't tell this pretty 17 year old youngster just how worried he was. But he could well imagine how the shit would fly if she was hurt-seriously hurt. He'd be up the creek, but good!
Fay, who was stooped beside him, shot a glance at his now limp penis. She grinned. She said, "Looks like Junior died."
"Only for a minute," he told her. And then he stole a glimpse between her crouched legs. He saw the faint outline of her panties. Not much protection for her pussy; and that was just fine.
She saw him staring, then moved her legs wider apart. His pecker started to grow. He came to his feet, moved toward her. Suck it, he thought. Suck my peter.
Still on her knees, kneeling next to her girlfriend, Fay was suddenly confronted by his thick, oversized dick. The sight of it overwhelmed her with desire. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to kiss and suck it.
She held his big cock by its base. Her palm brushed his swollen balls. Her lips puckered, and she kissed the tiny slit at the tip of his peter.
He swooned. The sight of her bright-red lips playing over the shiny, swollen head of his prong thrilled him beyond comprehension. Anyone could give a guy a blow job, but when something this young, this sweet, this pretty, started sucking on your dick, it was too great for words! And it made him wonder about today's youth.
Teenage girls were wilder than ever. They'd do anything for a thrill-and with anybody. But that wasn't his worry, he told himself. If young girls wanted to suck and screw and they knew how, the hell with age!
"Do you like it when I kiss it?"
"You're damn right, I do! Do it some more."
The smiling 17 year old quickly acquiesced. She wanted to make him happy, and she wanted to make herself happy. And she knew exactly how.
She lowered her head, opened her mouth. She gobbled hungrily at the head of his dick. Her pale blond hair went up and down as her lips slipped past the head of his desire, plunged to its broad base, then returned to do it again.
It was sweet joy, this mouth-screwing. Her educated mouth knew all the tricks of peter-lapping and peter-sucking, and she had more experience at it, apparently, then he had realized. But that was better for him. Much better.
Overcome with thrill after thrill, he plunged his hands down the neck of her sweater. He found the clasp of her brassiere, got it open. Her juicy moons fell loose. He worked his hands between her armpits and got hold of her bare breasts. They weren't the largest plums in the world, but they were firm and juicy and squeezable, just the right size for a guy's mouth.
He pinched her nipples gently. They swelled, grew semi-hard, then hardened all the way. He squeezed their hardness just a wee bit more. The girl moaned, sucked harder on his dick.
He felt himself getting ready to come. He stopped her before it happened.
She looked up, hurt. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. But I don't wanna come that way."
She climbed to her feet. "Let's do it over here."
"On a bench?"
She said yes.
"It won't be very comfortable," he cautioned.
"Yes, it will." She raised her skirt and pulled her panties down. She kicked them aside and directed him to straddle the wooden bench.
He did as she suggested. She climbed over him, straddled him face-to-face, put her slim arms around him and kissed him. Her tongue flitted into his mouth, and he could taste the salt-like flavor of his penis, still warm on her tongue.
She was a sex demon extraordinary. She rubbed her bush against the underside of his quivering penis, worked her wet cunny against his swollen balls, but she wouldn't yet let him stick himself inside her.
"It's better if we tease each other for a few minutes."
He didn't want to wait He wanted to give her seven inches of hard dick, and he wanted to do it now. But in the end, it was her wish that prevailed. She held him off, occupied him with passionate French kisses, and every time he attempted to slip his dick into her crack, she wiggled her ass and managed to back off.
She grinned at his consternation, and when he called her a cock-teaser, she laughed out loud.
His hands swam under her sweater then, and he began kneading her ripe pears. This was another of her weaknesses, he discovered, and the thing that ultimately broke her down.
"I can't stand much of that," she moaned. "I know it," he said, dying to screw her. "That's why I'm doing it."
Now it was his turn to tease. She was ready for the plunge of his big seven-inch dick, and he was going to hold her back. But his will power was less than hers. Much less. And when she raised her ass, got the inner-lips of her young twat wrapped around the purple head of his inflamed cock, he was powerless to resist her, and he didn't.
She lowered her body. His erect penis glided into her crack. He knew she was no virgin, and he was glad. There was no mess, no screams of anguish, just the ultimate joy of a sweet and wondrous screw.
"Is tins better than playing with yourself?" he grunted between strokes.
"I could ask you the same question," she said, observing his eyes. "And don't tell me you never did it to yourself."
"Sure I do." He raised his hips, getting his pecker into a better line-of-fire. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, though. Why were you so ashamed when I caught you two doing it to yourselves?"
"We weren't ashamed. We were mad. You didn't belong in here."
"You sure changed your tune in a hurry," he said, mocking her.
"And you talk too much," she said, speeding up her assault on his dick. "Concentrate on what we're doing."
She was right! Very right. This was no time for talking. It was the time for-
"Ohhhhh! Jesus, but that's-ohhhh!"
"Gets you, doesn't it?" she said, riding him harder and harder.
"I never did it t-this-this way."
She kissed him. Kissed him and rubbed her tits against his bare chest and went up and down on his hard shaft as fast as she could.
He wasn't going to be able to last, and he knew it. He was too, too hot. The jizm was gathering in his balls, churning, getting ready to explode in her sweet little pussy.
She was experienced enough to sense the state of his excitement, too. She knew it by his eyes, by the quickening of his breath, the beat of his heart. Proud and happy because of it, hotter than hell herself, she said, "Grab hold of my ass." And when he had done this and his hands were firmly locked across the voluptuous cheeks of her ass, she added: "Now hang on."
He nearly fainted. Cheerleaders were the best fuckers in the world, he decided. They were agile, physically able to out-distance other girls, more animated, and certainly more passionate. They were muscular without being muscle-bound, and this musculature was apparently the contributing factor to the wild things she could do with her twat. It snapped and gripped his cock, squeezed the head of it, and he never realized a girl could have so much control over her pussy. And it was why he came so fast.
"It's all right," she said, pumping up and down on his peter. "Let it come."
And he tried to hold off, even for a few seconds. But her soft, wonderful voice was telling him to go ahead and come, a mother mollifying her crying son.
He saw stars. He almost orbited off the bench. His thick penis speared the deepest part of her lovely, juice-wetted slit. And his come spurted and spurted, filled her next to overflowing, she hugged him tightly and came herself.
They separated, wiped themselves, and suddenly they were both looking down at the prostrate 15 year old. She was still unconscious, but as they bent down for a closer look, they saw her eyelids twitch, and they knew she'd be opening her eyes at any minute now.
"She sure was out cold," he said, straightening up.
Fay agreed. But as she glanced from her girlfriend to him, he knew she had something on her mind. She said, "She's pretty, isn't she?"
"Very." And it was no lie, he thought. She was some kind of Latin type-shiny dark hair; full, sensuous mouth, and not nearly as fair as Fay. Her breasts were full for a 15 year old and he wondered what they tasted like. But it was no good, standing here and looking down at her slightly spread thighs and getting a hard on. Fifteen years old was strictly jailbait.
But Fay saw his uncovered peter quiver, and she said, "I'll bet you'd like to do it to her, huh?"
He blotted a lewd picture from his mind. He swallowed.
"You could, you know."
His peter quivered, then started to rise.
"She wouldn't even know it. You could get on her and do it, and she wouldn't even know."
He tried to close his mind to what Fay was saying. He didn't look at her; but neither did he divert his stare from the lovely, unconscious creature at his feet. Her skirt was at mid-thigh, her legs slightly spread. If he wanted to, he could stoop down and sneak a look at her panties.
Fay continued to urge him. "Don't be so damn uptight. G'wan and do it."
He heard himself say, "I'll get in trouble."
"No, you won't."
"But she's so young."
"Fifteen's not young. I was doing it when I was eleven." She bent down, picked up the hem of her girlfriend's skirt, drew the skirt above her waist.
Desire choked him. The youngster's softly-sculptured thighs were ready to cradle his hips. Her pants were tissue paper thin, and he could easily see her bush, and this inflamed him all the more.
Fay came closer to him. She put her hands on his peter, gave it a light stroke.
"I'll make it get hard," she whispered.
His flesh tingled with joy. His balls started to swell anew. He couldn't take his eyes off the kid on the floor. She was far too young to violate, and it wasn't very chivalrous to take advantage of somebody who was unconscious. But damn if she wasn't a pretty one. And it could be done, he thought. He could screw her and she'd never know it.
Fay was still playing with his dick. "Are you going to do it to her?" she asked.
He hesitated. His loins ached hotly for the flesh of the sexy 15 year old, and how delicious she would be, he told himself. But it was wrong. Socially, morally, legally, it violated rules and principles older than himself. But tell that to a stiff cock, he thought. Tell that to a lewd teenage girl who's rubbing the foreskin of your dick back and forth, who's whispering in your ear, "G'wan. honey. Fuck her!"
Words of protest stuck in his throat. His resolve, the little which still existed, faded and died.
Fay released him, bent down beside her girlfriend. She tugged at her girlfriend's thin white panties.
"Get on the other side and help me," she ordered.
I won't do it, he argued with himself. I won't do it and there's nobody who can make me. But not even this determined eleventh-hour resolve could still the thrilling pounding of his stiffened seven-inch penis. His eyes narrowed to the delicate triangle of pubic hair beneath her thin panties. His penis jerked. His balls swelled. Quickly-the hell with everything-he crouched down and got hold of the other side of her panties. Together, they pulled downward, taking her panties past the curve of her hips, unveiling the exciting dark floss of her pussy.
The pink inner-lips of her crack greeted his eyes. Fay was watching him. She reached over her girlfriend's body, grabbed his dong and gave it a playful squeeze. She whispered, "Go 'head, Jim. Put it in her."
He fought with himself. He wanted to screw her, that was for sure! But what about the old coot of a janitor? The creepy bastard was probably peeping at him at this very minute. If he screwed the young teenybopper, maybe the janitor would tell on him. What then?
Fay broke into his thoughts. "Are you gonna just look at it?"
He wanted to tell her about the janitor but couldn't. He said, "I don't think I better." "Then kiss it."
"Huh?"
"Kiss her pussy." "I-I-"
"C'mon. I dare you."
Suddenly he had a burning desire to do just that-stick his tongue up her box and lap the hell out of her. He'd done something like that once before; however, he'd been very drunk when it happened and the girl hadn't been nearly so young.
Fay was almost as excited as he was, he could tell. She was dying to have him do something to her girlfriend, holding her breath.
"C'mon, kiss it." She ran her hand lightly over her girlfriend's pussy hair. "See now nice and soft it is. Don't you want to put your lips down there and give her a nice suck?"
He could no longer hold back. He moved swiftly between her legs. He lowered his face to her crotch. The faint scent of urine and pussy played at his nostrils and excited him further.
He parted the lips of her young twat. He kissed her there, noticing that she was warm and wet. He took a deep breath of the sweet animal smell that came from between her legs.
"Stick your tongue in her," Fay whispered urgently.
But Fay didn't have to direct him. He was already lapping at the edges of her pussy, directing his tongue upward, tickling her virgin clitoris.
The girl started to stir. A moan came from her throat.
"She's coming to, Jim."
He didn't care. His tongue was inside her pussy and he was spearing her as deep and as fast as he could. Moaning loudly, she tried to roll away from him. Fay held her. She said, "It's all right, Shir. Let him do it." The young girl struggled. Fay held her fast. "P-Please-please-n-no!" she cried. "Let me go."
"Honey, he's not going to hurt you. All he wants to do is kiss you down there. Let 'im do it."
The 15 year old suddenly relaxed. Fay's words seemed to have a calming effect. At the same time, his tongue was quickly arousing her.
Fay said, "Now doesn't that feel good?"
The innocent teenybopper nodded. She raised her knees, drew her legs further apart, making a better target for his excited tongue. She pushed her juicy, pink-lipped quim up to his face. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, held her off the floor, and licked her twat for all he was worth.
Fay, who no longer had to hold her girlfriend down, moved around behind him, bent down, and grabbed his penis. She hugged her face to his ass, ran her hands back and forth over his quivering, throbbing dick, tickled his hairy balls. Her hands were warm and slippery, just like the younger one's saliva-soaked pussy.
And suddenly he knew it was too good to last much longer. His tongue was driving the 15 year old out of her mind. The lips of her cunt had closed over his tongue, and she was moving her hips as fast as she could. Fay was doing-likewise. Jacking him off, working his peter back and forth, bringing him to a swift and wonderful finish. And he hadn't noticed it before, but he did now. Fay was also fingering herself. She'd put her hand under her skirt, got her panties to one side, and was playing with her hole.
Shirley screamed her joy. Her wet pussy slammed his face. She clutched the back of his head and jerked spasmodically.
"I camel" she cried happily. "I came! I came!"
And he knew it. Then it was happening to him. His peter was shooting off! Fay's magic hand was making him come.
He moaned and writhed in sweet agony. Jizm shot over young Shirley's belly. And then Fay contorted and twisted and shuddered, and he knew that she too had popped her nuts.
"That was something," he said. "A triple bill." Fay dropped her skirt. She smiled, clasped her girlfriend's hand. She said, "Was it nice, Shir?" The 15 year old smiled appreciatively. She nodded. "And how was it for you?" Fay asked him. "Groovy!" he sighed. "Wanna know something?" "What?"
"Shir's a virgin. She never had it before."
He wasn't surprised. She had the innocent look of cherry. A little shy, a little too sweet. He said, "Y'know, I once fucked a virgin, but this is the first time I ever ate one!"