Chapter 4
The next morning when Alan arrived at school, he stood by the front door of the building for a long time. He was waiting and watching for Carrie to arrive.
When the girl finally began to walk in the direction of the school, the boy turned to the side and pretended to be very casual.
"Oh, hi Carrie!" he said in a very off-hand manner.
"Good morning, Alan," the girl said with a soft smile.
He began to walk alongside the girl and he said, "Do you think that you and I could go out sometime?"
"Like I said to you, Alan, my father is very strict. I do not go out on dates with boys because he will not allow it. And I know that he will never allow me to go out with an American boy!"
"But he must have told you a time! I mean he must have said that he'll allow you to go out on dates with boys when you reach a certain age!" Alan insisted.
The girl shook her head and said, "Are you mad at me? If you do not want to walk me home from school I will not force you to keep your promise!"
"No! Gosh, Carrie, you can't help it if your father is like that!" Alan said. "I'd really like it if you'd let me walk you home from school!"
Just then there was someone pulling on Alan's sleeve. "I've gotta talk to you right away!" Janet said to the handsome young boy.
Alan turned to the short and sexy girl. "What is it?"
"Steve is your best friend," Janet said. "Do you know what's going on with him?"
Alan blushed. He knew that Steve had had oral sex with the girl and he didn't know just what the girl was referring to at that moment. "Well, what do you mean, Janet?"
"This morning I greeted him and I was friendly and he looked at me and made an angry face. He didn't even say hello to me! Did I do something wrong?" Janet asked.
"I don't know Janet," Alan said as he began to walk down the hall.
"Could you find out for me?" the girl asked anxiously. "I really like Steve and I don't want to do anything to hurt him!"
Alan stopped walking and then said, "I've gotta tell you, Janet, that Steve is my best friend and that if there's any trouble between the two of you I'm on his side!"
"Okay," Janet said. "That's fair enough. But I really feel that I deserve to know what's going on!"
Alan shrugged and then walked on to his first class of the day.
That afternoon in the sex education class, Miss Borden gave the students a surprise quiz that took up the entire period.
The final question on the quiz read, "What do you feel is a proper moral framework for you in terms of your sex life?"
It was the final question that took the most effort. Although all of the students could have easily given a reply to that question, they knew that what was required on the test was a reply that Miss Borden would like.
When the bell rang and Miss Borden announced, "Stop writing. Hand in your papers!" the class slowly filed up toward her desk and filed out of the room as if they were in a funeral procession.
When she was alone in the classroom, the teacher mumbled to herself, "If those kids and their parents and the school board all want to have this sex education class continued, then I will teach them all their lesson and flunk the little bastards!"
She patted down the edges of the test papers so that they would be in a neat pile. Then she stuffed them all very neatly into her attache case.
Once the students were outside the door of the classroom, Steve began to walk to his next class without even realizing that Alan was next to him.
"I heard that you sounded really pissed off at Janet," Alan said.
"What is this, a fuckin' news service?" Steve snarled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Are you going to gym class?" Alan asked his friend, still trying to sound friendly.
"I have a doctor's excuse from gym class," Steve said, curtly.
"Is something the matter?"
What are you," Steve asked, turning suddenly toward his friend, "the fuckin' dean of boys?"
The tall curly haired boy looked away from his friend very quickly. He did not want to undress in the locker room because he didn't want the other boys to see the marks that had been left on his body by the tall and luscious sex education teacher. And he did not want to reveal the incident to anyone, not even to his best friend.
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm touching a raw nerve. I don't mean to," Alan said softly. "Just leave me alone!"
Alan's voice was not as friendly as he said, "It's just that I am your best friend and I feel that as your best friend I ought to know what's going on with you."
"Maybe you shouldn't be so damn nosey!" Steve said snidely.
"You mean, maybe I shouldn't care about you?" Alan replied.
"Yeah! Mind your own fuckin' business!"
"You never talked to me like this before," Alan said with a note of pain in his voice.
"Tough!"
"And what about Janet? Yesterday you were so good to her and now she wants. to know what she did wrong."
Steve ground his teeth together and he said, "I don't have anything against you, Alan. I just want you to mind your own business. But Janet is someone that I do have something against! She's a cunt and I refuse to ever speak to her again!"
"What did she do?" Alan asked.
Steve just looked at the boy for one moment and then he turned and started down the hall once again. Alan quickly followed and insisted, "If you won't tell her what she did and if you won't even discuss it with your best friend then I think that you're in the wrong!"
"Good! Think whatever the hell you please!" Steve said as he turned the corner of the hall and never even looked back at Alan.
Alan slammed his fist against the wall.
That afternoon went by very slowly for the youngsters in the high School. None of them were thinking about their classes.
Janet and Alan were both thinking about Steve and the way that he had suddenly become very unfriendly toward them. And Steve was still thinking about the pain and humiliation that he had experienced at the hands of the beautiful teacher, the shame that he wanted to keep a secret.
When Alan walked Carrie home through the woods, he was still feeling very moody and he hardly spoke to the beautiful black-haired girl.
At the edge of the woods where Carrie had to part from Alan because she feared her father catching her with the handsome gringo, she turned to him and said, "You are angry at me?"
" "No!" Alan swore. "I'm not angry! I just have a lot of other things on my mind."
"I too have many things on my mind," Carrie said.
"Let me walk you home tomorrow," Alan said. "Then it'll be better."
"It?" Carrie asked. "What is it that will be better?"
Alan laughed and said, "I will be better tomorrow. I can promise you that much!"
"Tomorrow," Carrie said softly. "Perhaps tomorrow!"
"Perhaps what? What are you talking about?"
Now the girl smiled softly and said, "It is something that I must think about but I will let you know for sure tomorrow. Remember that tomorrow is only a day away!"
Then Carrie turned and ran through the rest of the woods and she disappeared around the corner and into her house.
Alan stuffed his hands in his pockets and he could feel his cock rubbing against the fabric of his pants as he did that. He thought about the lusciously rounded curves on the black haired girl and then his cock only began to grow a little bit more.
"Hey, Alan!" a melodic voice called out.
"It's you!" Alan said with a nasty tone in his voice as he looked at the girl with the scraggly red hair who stood nearby.
"Can't wait to find out what she has in store for you tomorrow?" the beautiful redheaded girl asked the boy.
"You were listening in?" Alan accused.
"I'll have to start hanging around these woods a little bit more in the future!" the girl said. "It looks like there's a lot of fun that goes on here!"
"You goddamn!" Alan shouted as he turned and started to chase the girl. "You were the one who was trying to beat up on Carrie and who was calling her bad names. Now you're doing this! Why?"
Alan had caught up with the girl and he was pressed against her. The sensuous redhead was pressed hard against a tree and she could feel the heat and the bulk of the boy's body rubbing against her tender form.
"You like holding me like this, Alan?" she asked coyly.
Alan pulled away from her and said, "I asked you a question, Heather!"
The sexy little redhead ran her hand along her body as she said, "I saw the way that you were always looking at that little black-haired girl. What does that pussy have that I don't have!"
One corner of Alan's mouth curled up as he said, "She's got me!"
"You know that I can do more for you than she can!" Heather said as she moved closer to Alan.
"You can fuck yourself for all that I care, Heather!" Alan sneered.
But she ignored his insult and she rubbed her fingers against the front of his jeans and the lump that was stuffed there.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his crotch as he said, "I don't do it with tramps!"
"Oh yeah? Listen to the big man here! He has so much chance for sex that he can be picky as to who he sticks it into!" Heather taunted.
"I'd stick my prick in a pig before I would stick it into you!" Alan said, pushing her away from him.
Heather's eyes were moistening as she grabbed onto Alan's shirt and said, "That's exactly what you did when you stuck your prick into that girl you just walked home!"
Alan quickly got one hand around Heather's throat as he snarled, "You aren't fit to be in the same town with someone as good and lovely and pure as Carrie!"
Then the boy pushed the beautiful, redheaded girl down against the trunk of the tree. She was lying there in a crumpled mass as she looked up at him and screamed out, "You'll be sorry that you rejected me, Alan Seldwyn! I promise you that you'll be sorry for a long time to cornel"
Alan was steaming all the way through the woods. He really didn't want to have anything to do with the cheap redhead who had thrown herself at him so lewdly.
But Heather was horny. She had gotten herself worked up anticipating a good hot fucking with Alan and now that she had been rejected by him, she knew that she had to find some alternative.
The redheaded girl recognized the truth about herself. Even though she was only fifteen, she was already a nympho. She spent all of her time searching for sex and for Trigger and bigger cocks that could fill her up.
She rushed back in the direction of the school, hoping that she could find someone who would be able to satisfy her.
The girl wiped the moisture from her eyes. She had gotten her pride hurt, but she knew that pride was not a very useful commodity when you have a hot pussy that needs some filling.
When she got back to the school, she found that the track team was still out running and she positioned herself on the bleachers, where she was certain that the guys would see her.
No one would have accused Heather of being too subtle. She sat on the top row of the bleachers and she spread her legs wide apart so that her panties could be seen from the other side of the field.
Then she opened another button on her blouse.
While the coach was there he kept shouting for the boys to pay more attention to running around the track. But then the coach had to leave and the boys were on their own.
Michael was the first boy to run up to the bleachers and to sit down next to Carrie. As far as she was concerned, she was ready to stop at the first one.
"You run real well," Carrie said with the admiration in her voice.-
"Thanks!" the handsome youngster said as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel around his neck. He was just wearing his gym shorts and his entire massive and handsome chest was revealed.
"Some of the boys look so scrawny," Heather remarked playfully. "But you have quite a body!"
Her large eyes were flickering up and down as she leaned back so that she would show off her boobs also.
"Thanks," Michael said. "You have quite a body also."
"Thanks!" the girl laughed as she reached over and pinched the boy's left nipple.
He reached up, shocked by the girl's bold move right in full view of the world. Then he laughed and said, "What if I did the same thing to you, right here?"
"So?" she asked in a very casual manner.
"Well, how would you like that if I pinched your tit?" Michael said with a smile.
"Is that an offer?"
The boy blinked slowly. He couldn't figure out how to reply to the girl. He had never expected that the conversation could so easily be twisted around into a seduction. And he had never even done any of the seducing.
"Sure," Michael said boldly. "But I don't want to do it sitting right here on the bleachers."
"Okay," she said, without ever even smiling. "I give you five minutes to think of another place to do it!"
Michael began to move his mouth and finally he said, "Follow me." as he climbed down off the side of the bleachers.
He walked around to the back of the bleachers and he knelt down in the shade below them. It was a very secluded spot. The bleachers were in front of them and high shrubs were behind them.
"This is a good one," Heather remarked as she bent over and climbed into the area. "How come I never found this one before?"
By the time that the girl had finished saying that the boy grabbed her and tossed her down onto the ground where he pounced on top of her.
When Heather reached down for Michael's gym shorts she realized that his cock head was already sticking out through the waistband of the shorts.
She tickled the head and she felt the moisture that was already prepared to seep out of the boy's hard dick.
Then her long and elegant fingers tugged at the shorts and pulled them down off of the boy's tight and muscular ass cheeks.
His cock was pressing against her skirt and he was pulling her clothes off as fast as he could. Soon they were both naked except for the fact that he was still wearing his track shoes and his white socks and she was still wearing her black patent leather shoes.
The girl spread her legs as wide as she could and she said, "Is this position okay?"
"I like the pussy up a little bit," Michael said as he grabbed onto the girl's fleshy thighs and tossed her legs up around her shoulders.
"If that's the way that you're gonna stuff me best of all, that's fine with me!" the girl said with a laugh.
"You'd better believe it!" the boy smiled as he pressed his cock head against her cunt lips.
He felt the moist and supple flesh giving way ahead of his invading hard-on. Then he pushed a little further into the girl and he could feel the pussy flesh surrounding his cock and and clinging to the thick shaft of his meat.
Michael tightened the muscles in his thighs and his hips and he rammed forward into the girl's body. She felt even more of her pussy being spread apart and then she tried to raise her ass up off the ground a little bit further.
Heather sighed. It felt like she had an itch that she couldn't reach. It was a tingling itch that was all the way in the back of her pussy and she wanted the full length of the cock plunged all the way into her so that it could ram against the itching sensation.
As though Michael had heard her wish, he rammed his cock forward and ripped into the girl's twat.
She felt his balls slap against the rounded cheeks of her ass and then his cock began to slide back out of her hot hole. He shoved his cock back into her and then out again and she felt the pulling and pushing and the tingling.
The tingling that made up the fucking experience.
But then, just as the boy had rammed his cock into the girl's pussy once more, he looked up and cried out, "Oh no!"
"Wh-what?" Heather asked, disturbed by the way that he had said that.
She looked up and she saw that the three other boys who had been running around the track were all standing there and looking at the fucking scene.
"Will you guys get out of here?" Michael cried out.
"No we won't!" the big black stud who was in the front of the group said as he climbed into the confines of the area under the bleachers.
The two other boys followed and were saying, "Keep on going, Mike. We were enjoying the scene!"
Michael's cock was still hard and rammed all the way into the girl as he turned and said, "I'm not gonna go back to fucking this pussy until you guys all leave here!"
There was a slight pause and then Heather looked up at Michael and said, "If you're not gonna fuck me, then pull out and let one of the other guys get into my pussy!"
"Wh-what?"
"I'm hot and I'm ready for action!" the girl said. Then she turned and looked at the other boys in a meaningful way as she said, "Plenty of action!"
The three other boys there began to laugh and punch each other in the sides. Michael looked down at the girl with a determined expression on his face and then he said, "Okay! I'll give it to you just the way you want it!"
He slid the entire length of his cock out of the girl's pussy and then he rammed the entire length back into the girl with so much speed and so much vicious energy that the broad cock head ripped into her flesh.
Heather had to inhale sharply through her clenched teeth in order to withstand the pressure of the viciously sharp fucking jab.
Once Michael had rammed two more of the same type of strokes into the girl, he cried out, "Is that the way you want it? Is that what you like?"
When the girl shouted, "Yes! Yes!" in response to his questions that was enough to get the boy to shut up.
But his cock was still moving quickly in and out of the girl's twat and she felt the pressure and the vibration of the movement inside of her.
Soon her pussy was so moist and the cock was so wild with moist friction that she could hardly bear it anymore. But it was the moments that she could hardly bear that she loved best of all.
Heather was grunting and moaning madly as she felt the thick cock ripping and ramming at her moist and tender flesh.
Soon enough there was an explosion as the cock head flared up and slapped against the supple flesh of her pussy, leaving a gooey mass of gism imprinted against her body.
Out of breath, Michael slid quickly out of the girl's sloppy hole. He looked around at the three other track team members and said, "I don't suppose that any of you guys would mind sloppy seconds?"
No one even paid any attention to the sarcastic tone in the boy's voice. The other three boys had all been rubbing their hardening cocks and once Michael slid out of Heather's pussy, they were ready for her.
Since the big black stud was the fastest of the three boys, he slammed down on top of the girl and he pressed his cock head against her pussy lips.
Her cunt was still wet from the fucking she had gotten from Michael and so, despite the enormous size of the black boy's cock, he was able to quickly slide his cock into her pussy.
When he rammed the entire length into her cunt, he cried out, "Yahoo!"
Heather laughed and said, "Ride 'em cowboy!"
The black stud bucked his tight ass cheeks up and then slammed them back down and shoved his cock into the girl's pussy. He was fucking her in a fast and furious way and he cried out, "I'm long dickin' your pussy, little girl!"
"Keep on long dickin', boy!" Heather laughed as she felt the vibrations of the black boy's invasion.
Then, with her mouth still open from having spoken to that boy, she felt a broad cock head nudge against her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could so that the second boy could ram his cock into her throat.
The cock slid along her tongue and rubbed against the sides of her teeth. Then, with the boy's balls resting on her chin and his pubic hair brushing against her nose, he began to move from side to side so that he could press his broad cock head against the very back of the girl's throat.
Sliding back he began to fuck the girl's mouth.
Then she felt a pressure against her ass crack. The third boy was rubbing his finger up and down along the crack between the girl's ass cheeks. Once he found her ass hole, he plunged his finger into the tightly clinging orifice.
He spit into her bottom hole and then the girl heard another spit as the boy wiped that lubricant along the length of his own meat.
Pressing his cock head against her ass hole, he felt the tight muscles slowly give way. Once he had rammed in, the girl could feel a tingling sensation that was growing out in all directions as the cock massaged the delicate-nerve endings that were fringing her ass hole.
When the boy had managed to shove all the way into her ass hole, he pressed his cock head against the delicate membrane that was on the far side of her ass hole.
As that boy rammed into the membrane, the black stud who was fucking Heather's pussy shoved his cock all the way into her from that side.
There was a fabulously tight pressure that the girl felt as both cocks pushed into the middle of her body at the same time.
And then both cocks pulled back at the same time and the girl felt gooseflesh rise up on the back of her neck in reaction to the tugging at her insides. She thought that she was going to be left inside out.
When the black cock slammed back into her pussy, she could feel the base of the thick instrument grow even thicker and she could feel a pulse right next to the boy's balls as the juice began to zoom up the length of the hard cock.
Her pussy flesh reacted by tightening around the black cock. And when she tightened her pussy flesh, the girl's ass hole automatically tightened as well.
That was enough to suck the juice out of the cock that was stuffed up her ass. And so, suddenly, she had gism being splashed at the middle of her body from both sides of her body.
The heat in her crotch was so great that the girl thought she was going to go mad. Her whole body went wild and then she realized that her tongue was viciously massaging the cock that was rammed down her throat.
Her teeth were even rubbing lightly against the boy's delicate cock head. But that didn't seem to bother him.
In another moment that boy had the entire length of his meat rammed all the way into the girl's mouth and he was shooting load after load of steaming gism down the girl's throat.
When the girl was left lying there behind the bleachers, there was gism dribbling out of every part of her body.
All three of the boys had run away as soon as they had finished shooting inside of her. She had not been surprised to find that Michael was gone as soon as he had finished fucking her.
She looked off in the direction of the field as she picked up her panties and tried to step into them. "Damn you!" she cried out. "Damn you all!"
Pulling on her clothes, Heather could not understand why boys always left her as soon as they had finished cumming. She ground her teeth together. Despite the fact that she was sexually satisfied, she felt very depressed.
Whispering to herself, she said, "All of those boys treat me like I'm dirt. But the one I hate most of all is that damn Alan Seldwyn. He thought he was too good to even fuck me!
"I'm gonna teach Alan a lesson! He'll be sorry that he ever messed with me! Believe me when I say that he'll be sorry!"
Heather brushed her straight red hair back off her forehead and then she emerged from the filthy spot behind the bleachers just as if nothing had happened.
As an afterthought she wiped away the bit of gism that was oozing down the side of her cheek, and she wondered which of the four athletes it was from.
Putting her fingers to her lips she tasted the sweet and thick liquid.