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Subject: "Goody Goodie Girls" CHAPTER ONE
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Goody Goodie Girls
CHAPTER ONE
Maggie Peters was starting her senior year in Blasedalte
High as sexually unsated as she had ended the previous
semester. She was so horny, every time she took a step she
could feel her panties dampen more and suck up into the
rubbery slit of her hot little pussy. After a lonely
summer at her grandparent's farm in Nebraska, she had
returned to Rochester, New York, no more hopeful than when
she had left.
She was a delicate looking eighteen year old with dark hair
and a petite figure. Her breasts, like the rest of the
women in her family, were unusually large, making her waist
appear even tinier than it was in her pale blue blouse.
She wore a pleated skirt, knee high socks and saddle shoes.
Her soft brown eyes scanned the corridor until she located
her best friend, Karen Sheen.
Karen, a fetching blonde with the same big-breasted problem
as her friend, waved when she spotted Maggie. "Hi," she
gushed, excited to see her friend. "Boy, did I miss you.
How was the farm?"
"A farm," Maggie answered without any enthusiasm. "Are
these our lockers?"
"That's yours and this is mine," Karen said, patting a door
separated by another locker.
"Couldn't we get them side by side?"
"I tried, but this is what they gave me."
"Wonder what kind of dork the put between us?"
"Hey, don't be so down. We're seniors. One more year of
this prison and we're free for good."
Maggie forced a grin. "That's the first encouraging thing
I've heard since I got back."
"Didn't you meet any boys or anything while you were out
there?"
Maggie hung her sweater in her locker and shut the door.
"I don't think they have boys in Nebraska," she said above
the din of youngsters racing to their classes.
"Then you didn't lose it?" Karen asked shyly.
"Lose what?"
"You know," Karen said, shifting her weight from side to
side and lowering her eyes. "Your cherry."
The two girls had made a pact at the end of the last term
that this summer would be the season of their deflowering.
"Hardly," Maggie said as she turned and followed the pretty
blonde down the hall to their homeroom. "My cherry's so in
tact I'm surprised I haven't started attracting fruit
flies."
"I know the feeling."
"I thought you were going to rape one of the guys on the
basketball team or something."
Karen giggled. "The closest I got to a jockstrap this
summer was when I washed my brother's swim trunks."
"We've got to do something about our virginity," Maggie
said, stopping abruptly. "It's almost embarrassing."
Her friend turned around to face her. "Yeah, but what?"
"I don't know," Maggie answered wistfully, "but if I don't
get a hard peter up my quim pretty soon I'm going to
explode. I'm sick and tired of just playing with myself.
I want someone else to stick some- thing up there."
"You're awful," Karen laughed in a whisper.
"You know I'm not awful. I'm just trying to be honest.
You want to get fucked as bad as I do."
"Yeah, but we're the goody-goody girls of Blasedalte High,"
Karen said, thinking if anyone heard how she and her friend
were talking now they would soon change their minds.
Maggie knew what Karen said was true. Since childhood they
had been prim and proper little girls, and no matter how
attractive they had gotten, or how large their tits had
gotten, the prudishness of their upbringing had stayed with
them. The two good looking eighteen year olds were
strictly hands off. "Well, we've got to do something about
changing our reputations, and we've got to do it fast."
"What do you suggest, march naked into the locker room when
the boys are showering after practice? My goodness, we'd
start a full scale gang-bang."
"I don't care what we start as long as my box gets filled
with a nice stiff prick." Maggie's eyes suddenly lit up.
"You know, that's not such a bad idea."
"Getting gang-banged by the basketball team?"
"No, marching into the boys locker room."
"Get serious."
"No, listen. They were installing a new locker for the
equipment when I came to school. It's four times the size
of a regular locker. We could hide in there until there's
just two guys in the shower and maybe we could get
something besides our fingers in our pussies."
"You just happened to be going by the boys locker room this
morning?" Karen kidded.
"Daydreaming about hard dicks, if you want to know the
truth," Maggie admitted in a soft blush. "I overheard the
assistant coach say the new equipment won't be in till
Wednesday, so the empty locker will make a perfect hiding
place."
"When do we pull off this grand sexcapade?"
"This afternoon."
"Well, I'm game if you are," Karen said with a wink as the
bell sounded and a bunch of kids rushed past them to get to
their seats in time.
*****
When the two sex starved teenagers snuck into the boys
locker room at three-thirty, it was totally empty and the
sounds of their footfalls echoed eerily through the spartan
room. The lockers were back to back, creating two narrow
rows fronted with benches. The place was stagnant with the
sweet ballsy odor of sweaty jockstraps. The huge, new
locker was facing the wide arch of the shower room where
most of the faucets were easily visible.
Trying to suppress her giggles, Maggie climbed into the
large metal compartment and waited for her friend to join
her. They closed the door and peered out the slits in the
top as they eagerly anticipated the end of basketball
practice.
"Should we take our clothes off?" Karen asked in a low
whisper, feeling her heart pounding wildly beneath her
large breasts and a warm glow kindling the fire in her
snatch.
"How about just our skirts?" Maggie suggested as she
unbuttoned her waistband and let her pleated skirt fall to
her ankles. Her heart was beating rapidly too, and her
small erect nipples were straining painfully inside the
lacy cups of her bra.
Karen unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor of the
metal compartment like her friend's. When she reached for
Maggie's crotch, her hand was immediately greeted with the
wiry feel of the other girl's shaggy bush. "You don't have
any panties on," she gushed out loud, then lowered her
voice as she petted the abundant growth of cunt hairs and
trailed her fingertips between the moist lips. "Did you
come to school like that?"
"I took them off after lunch," Maggie answered in a heavy
breath while Karen's fingers found her clit and began
massaging it. "My pussy got them so wet I couldn't wear
them." Using both of her hands, she shoved the blonde's
undies over her luscious ass and down to her ankles, then
eagerly began exploring Karen's quim. The other girl's
bush wasn't nearly as dense as Maggie's. "You're already
soggy."
The blonde nodded in the darkness of the closed locker as
she worked her underpants off her feet, finding it
difficult to move around in the cramped quarters and not
wanting to stray too far from her girl- friends probing
fingers. "So are you."
When the locker room door suddenly swung open and banged
against the wall, they both ceased speaking but kept their
fingers squirming around in each other's juicy cunt.
Much to their disappointment, with the exception of the
team's captain and star player, Mike Foster, and the team
manager, Norman Green, they couldn't see any of the boys
disrobe. But they could smell the ripe cock odors and hear
the sounds of shorts and tops wet with perspiration being
yanked off along with damp jockstraps.
Mike stood in the center of the arch and hauled his jersey
up over his brawny chest. The hair in his armpits was as
dark and shaggy as the hair on his head. "Come on, you
cocksuckers, let's get showered and out of here. Move your
asses." He stripped off his shorts, and in just his
athletic supporter, turned and bent over to untie his
sneakers. When he did, his firm asscheeks parted and he
gave the two girls hiding in the new equipment locker an
unobstructed shot of his almost hairless asshole.
Maggie felt Karen's finger suck deeper into her hairy cunt
and she let her's do the same in the other girl's small
soggy quim.
"Who you calling a cocksucker?" one of his teammates
quipped, running bare assed into the showers and turning
the faucets on one after the other. He was soon joined by
sixteen other balls-naked youths, the cheeks of their hind
ends dimpling as their long-legged strides carried them
into the tiled room. Soon the shower was filled with the
sounds of running water and the shouts and laughter which
accompanies nude young men involved in horseplay.
After yanking down his supporter, Mike turned to inspect
the locker room to make sure the rest of the team was under
the sprays. His long cut cock dangled over his large balls
as he absently combed his fingers through his pubic thatch.
He was a tall lanky teenager with well- developed muscles
and a rugged face. His fingers went lower, and as he
pulled on his expanding meat, the large head of his purple
flange began to inflate.
Maggie raised her fingers to her mouth, wetting the tips
and tasting her girlfriend's spicy juices before returning
her hand to the blonde's snatch. "Ah, look at Mike's big
beautiful cock. Is he ever hung!" she said in a soft,
lust-filled tone, never taking her eyes from the slits in
the metal door.
"What I wouldn't give to see that pecker hard," Karen
whispered back, totally mesmerized by Mike's meat.
Norman, the only one in the room who hadn't bothered to
shed his clothes, was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a
striped pullover. He was a slender youth with thin limbs
and a small butt who barely came up to Mike's shoulder.
His face was pimply but cute.
"I guess that's everyone, Norm."
"Yeah," the shorter youth answered, leering at the naked
team cap- tain.
"Why don't you get us some towels and maybe we can hustle
everyone out of here."
"Got a hot date, huh, Mike?"
The good looking captain grinned and openly stroked his
hardening cock in front of the skinny boy. "Something like
that," he answered as he turned and walked into the
showers, his heavy balls swinging between his thighs as he
moved.
While everyone was busy soaping up their cocks and balls
and asses, Norman, stood in profile and stared into the
shower room. Unconsciously, his hand slid down to his
crotch, gently rubbing the mound beneath his zipper. The
more he rubbed, the larger the mound grew. When one of the
naked young men under the jets of rushing water turned and
looked out, the manager abruptly twisted away, hurrying out
of view.
"Looks like there's no sense in trying to get Norm to fuck
us," Maggie whispered, trying not to titter.
"What do you mean?" Karen replied in a distant tone. She
had been too busy ogling all the wet, gleaming bodies and
naked swinging meat to have taken any notice of Norman.
"I think he's got a thing for boys."
"What makes you say that?"
"He was playing with himself while he was watching what
we're watching."
"To each his own," Karen said disinterestedly, humping her
hips to get more of Maggie's finger up her snatch.
As if on cue, all the showers turned off but one and the
two girls got an eyeful of bare peckers and balls as the
teenage squad came racing out of the steamy room. There
were cocks of every shape, size and description, some long,
some short, some with foreskin, most cut and banded with
circumcision scars; there were also large puffy scrotums as
well as small ball sacs that barely showed beneath the soft
tubes of flesh in the front and a variety of
slender-hipped, long-limbed bodies to match. In minutes
the room quieted down and Mike was the only one left with
his shower still going. The door banged against the wall
repeatedly as the basketball players departed, dressed in
their street clothes.
Norman came to the archway again and stood for several
moments eyeing the good looking brunette sudsing up his
broad back and humpy asscheeks. The skinny youth had his
hands deep in his pockets, and the girls could see his
fingers moving rapidly beneath his zipper. "The last of
them are gone," he finally called to the team captain.
"It's all yours. I left your towel on the bench."
"Okay, Norm," Mike answered without turning. "See you
tomorrow."
When Norman disappeared from view, the girls heard the door
squeak on its hinges, then footsteps pad softly back into
the room. One of the lockers imitated the sounds of the
door, then except for Mike's shower and the water gurgling
in the drain, the room was quiet again.
Maggie had worked two fingers up Karen's quim and was
trying for a third when they heard the door open once more.
Julie Pratt came strut- ting into the boys room as big as
life in her red and white cheerleader uniform, her pretty
legs bare from mid-thigh to her ankles. "You by yourself,
Mike?" she yelled as her gaze swept around the dressing
room.
He turned to her under the spray, grinning and humping his
hips in her direction. "What do you think?" he asked in a
lusty voice. His cock was bone hard and stood far out from
his gleaming wet crotch. He let his hand ease over his
throbbing pecker and worked it down to his large, low
hanging balls.
"By the size of your hardon, I'd say if you're not alone
then that pervert, Norman Green, must be in there on his
knees," she giggled, stripping off her short skirt and
yanking her letter sweater up over her head. In seconds
she had her tennis shoes, bra and panties heaped in a pile
on the floor with her other clothes. Her tits, though not
large, were firm and molded to perfection, her nipples
looking like two mini- ature hardons.
"Norm's okay," Mike said good-naturedly as he continued to
play with himself and his grin widened.
"He's a fag," the redhead said flatly as she padded bare
assed into the shower and wrapped her arms around the team
captain. Her full breasts squashed against the teenager's
lower rib cage while she rubbed her small pussy over his
lower thigh, careful not to get her hair wet.
"I don't know that and neither do you. He likes to pull
his pud while the team showers, but that doesn't make him
queer. I'll bet we're the only naked flesh he's ever seen.
He probably doesn't even know what a cunt looks like."
"I think he's queer."
"How do know I'm not queer?" Mike asked as he bent his
knees lower and let Julie get a firm grip on his huge
boner.
She steered the meaty head of his hard dick to the junction
of her lovely legs and let it stab into her waiting cunt.
"Queers don't fuck like you do."
"Oh, yeah?" Mike said, giving his pelvis a shove and
spearing his pecker into Julie's quim. Soon his long thick
shaft was in up to his massive balls. "How many queers
have you fucked lately?"
"You know no one but you gets to ball me," the pretty
little redhead answered in a breathless gasp. She
straddled her legs far apart to give his strong thighs more
room.
"So you don't know whether I fuck like a fag or not," Mike
teased, pumping his cock slowly in and out of his
girlfriend's hot box. With each thrust, his spongy
testicles whipped up and slapped the redhead in the ass.
"All I know is I like the way you fuck," Julie moaned.
"Oh, Mike, your cock feels so good shoved up inside me!
Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good!"
"You love my cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Mike. I love your big, fat cock. You know I do."
The team captain sped up the pistoning action of his hips.
"You'd do anything for that cock wouldn't you, Julie? No
matter what I asked?"
"Anything," Julie answered as she clutched his muscular
physique tightly to her small full breasts and dug her
nails into his shoulders until they left white trails on
his skin.
"You'd eat that cock for me, wouldn't you? You'd slide it
deep in your throat and work it until my hot cum drenched
your tonsils?"
"I'll eat it now, if you want," she panted, "but just don't
stop fucking me!"
"You'd lick my balls and suck them into your mouth?"
"Yes, Mike! Oh, yes!"
"Chew on my pubes and lick my armpits?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Shove your sweet little tongue up my shithole?"
"Yes, Mike! Anything!"
"And let Norm Green stick his cock up your cunt if I told
you to?"
Julie's mouth gapped open and she lifted her head from the
team captain's chest, but the bare cheeks of her
well-shaped ass didn't stop jiggling for a second as she
continued to ride Mike's pecker. "Yes," she finally
answered in a soft tone. "I'd even fuck that pervert if
you told me to."
Both Maggie and Karen turned to each other in the dark
interior of the locker and exchanged a shocked expression.
Their fingers fucked with all the more gusto as they heard
Julie's declaration. Julie was one of the most popular
girls in high school, and though everyone suspected she was
intimate with Mike, no one would have guessed the power the
good looking basketball captain had over the head
cheerleader.
"Shove your finger up my asshole, Julie," Mike commanded.
"Work it way up inside. You know what I like."
The pretty redhead reached around the boy's shiny wet
hindend, traced along his smooth crack until she was near
his balls, found the tiny opening at the base of his
cockroot and poked her finger through the rim until she had
it in past the second knuckle.
"Pull it out," Mike's husky voice ordered after a few
moments when he felt himself approaching that
point-of-no-return. His hips had started ramming at
lightening speed the moment he felt her finger pierce his
anus.
Julie did as she was told, making a popping noise which was
audible over the shower when she uncorked her finger.
"Now, stick it in you mouth."
Maggie and Karen watched in amazement as the cheerleader
eased the finger coated with Mike's asshole juices between
her lips.
Suddenly, Mike's pelvis froze with his hard pecker deep in
Julie's cunt. While she squirmed around on his rod,
completely impaled on his hard flesh, his body spasmed and
gush after gush of hot manseed shot up the cheerleader's
sweet little quim.
"You're cumming, Mike!" she squealed as she felt his
scalding load erupt inside her. "You're filling my cunt
full of your love juice! Oh, Mike, I'm cumming too!" She
held him even tighter as wave after wave of heated ecstasy
ebbed through her small frame.
"Did you see that?" Karen hissed softly, twisting her
fingers around in Maggie's snatch.
"I wish I could feel it."
"Are you close to cumming?"
"Not a chance."
"Me neither."
When Julie's body settled down, Mike pulled his still hard
cock out and gave it a gentle shake. He took a bar of soap
and lovingly washed the girl's small pretty tits, her full
ass and her cum-soaked pussy. "You okay?"
The redhead nodded, taking the soap from him and lathering
up his cock and balls.
"You like it when I talk dirty like that, don't you?"
"Just like you like my finger shoved up your ass when you
cum," she purred, tugging gently on his testicles and
working more suds into the concave of his groin.
"You really get hot."
"Just looking at you makes my pussy all soggy inside."
"You want to try all those things I said I'd make you do?"
"Sure," Julie answered without flinching.
A devilish gleam crept into Mike's playful gaze. "Which
means if I were to find Norm, you'd prove what you said
earlier?"
A look of rage flared in Julie's gaze while the color
drained from her face. In the heat of her anger, she flung
the bar of soap at the bare assed boy and stalked out of
the shower. "Fuck him yourself," she screamed, grabbing up
her clothes and rushing naked into the hall.
To be continued.....
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