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>
> Goody Goodie Girls
>
> CHAPTER THREE
>
> "What are you so upset about?" Karen asked as she rushed
> to catch up with Maggie who was storming down the corridor
> toward the front entrance of the high school.
>
> "That little rat bastard came in my mouth!" Maggie hissed,
> wiping her lips with the back of her hand for the tenth
> time. It didn't do any good. The ripe flavor of fresh
> semen still lingered on her tongue, as if Norman's thick
> cream had permanently saturated her flesh.
>
> "We went there to get laid," Karen reminded her friend.
>
> "I don't care what we went there for, I never had any
> intentions of letting that pimply little runt shoot off in
> my mouth. I feel like nothing more than a human condom."
>
> "I doubt that you're the first girl who's ever swallowed a
> load of cum without being warned in advance."
>
> "I don't care if I'm the first or the last. I don't like
> the idea of a boy thinking he can stick his dick in my
> mouth and let loose with all that nasty ball juice."
>
> "I don't know what you're so upset about," Karen mused.
> "By the way you were sucking his cock, I got the impression
> you were enjoying it. I kind of wished it had been me."
>
> "So do I," Maggie said with a scowl, then suddenly heard
> herself talking and broke into a laugh. "I guess it is
> silly, isn't it? I just didn't expect him to squirt down
> my throat."
>
> "Well, we know something Julie doesn't know."
>
> "What's that?"
>
> "That Norman Green is anything but queer. Did you see the
> way he went after eating your pussy? He really got a
> charge out of that."
>
> "He got a charge?" Maggie said with a grin. "I was the
> one on the other end of his tongue, remember? Now that was
> a charge, believe me!"
>
> "What did it feel like?"
>
> "Like heaven," the brunette purred, pressing her legs
> firmly together to soak up some of her overflow still
> streaming from her snatch.
>
> "And what was it like when you sucked him off?"
>
> "Like wrapping my lips around a big fat sausage," Maggie
> said in a whisper, "and I could smell and taste that
> delightful male flavor of his. You know something?" Her
> eyes grew suddenly very sober. "If he hadn't cum in my
> mouth, I would have let him stick his cock up my pussy. I
> really wanted him to fuck me. I think that's the reason I
> was so pissed when he cut loose."
>
> Karen made a face. "I was hoping he would fuck both of us.
> And you know what else?"
>
> "What?"
>
> "When he started cumming in your mouth, I was wishing it
> were me swallowing that hot cream. My monkey got all gooey
> and warm inside."
>
> Maggie knew that even if Karen didn't mean it, she was
> trying to make them both feel better about Norman's
> surprise conquest in the locker room. "That's nice Karen."
> Her eyes suddenly bolted to the front door. "Oh terrific!"
> she cried as she spotted Mrs. Peters.
>
> "What's wrong?"
>
> "I forgot Mom was picking me up after school to do some
> shopping." She broke away from her friend in a brisk walk.
> "Would you get my Lit. book out of my locker and take it
> home with you?"
>
> "Sure."
>
> "I'll see you at seven."
>
> "You're place or mine?"
>
> "Call me."
>
> Maggie and her mother were already outside by the time
> Karen started down the hall to collect her and her friend's
> text books. As she walked along, she felt the autumn
> breeze from an open window ply at the folds of her skirt
> and rush up between her legs.
>
> The tingling softness of the fresh air currents had just
> kissed the outer recesses of her snatch when she stopped
> abruptly, suddenly aware that she was missing one of her
> garments. "My panties!" she gasped out loud, then flashed
> her eyes about the empty hall to make sure no one had heard
> her.
>
> She knew only too well she had left them in the equipment
> locker. Maggie hadn't bothered to hand them to her with
> her skirt. Because of summer camp, all of her underwear
> had her name stamped inside. The only thing to do was to
> go back and retrieve them before someone else found the
> tiny bikinis.
>
> Sullenly, she marched back to the dressing room and
> carefully pushed the door open. The place was as silent
> and still as the first time she'd entered it. Norman Green
> had obviously left, and no one else appeared to be around.
>
> The attractive blonde tiptoed down the row of lockers and
> leaned over the bench. Just as her hand connected with the
> metal handle, she heard a voice sing out over her shoulder
> and her heart skipped a beat.
>
> "Can I help you with something?"
>
> Karen turned to find herself staring into the deep green
> eyes of Jerry Marshall, the new assistant coach. Jerry,
> twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, was a husky
> redhead with a powerful physique. His thick shag of curls
> was cut short around his handsome features. His square jaw
> and sturdy mouth were locked in a small grim smile as his
> leer raked over the pretty blonde teenager. She tried to
> keep her timid gaze on his face, afraid to look anywhere
> else. Out of her peripheral vision all she could see was
> male flesh, rippling contours of naked, bulging muscles.
> "I, ah, forgot something," she stammered.
>
> "You forgot something in here?" he asked, finding her
> explanation anything but plausible.
>
> "Well, I didn't exactly forget it. I had something stolen
> by some- one and it's in here."
>
> "What was stolen?" Jerry asked, taking a step closer to
> the girl.
>
> When Karen braced herself against the locker, the bench
> bumped into the back of her knees and that was her undoing.
> The moment she felt the edge of the bench against her
> calves, her legs went weak and flew out from under her.
> She sat down with a thud, finding herself staring into the
> redhead's swollen jockstrap.
>
> Mr. Marshall wasn't wearing anything other than his thin
> athletic supporter. The tiny garment rode low on his
> strong waist and barely covered his spongy jewels. A
> fringe of wiry hairs curled along the sides of his jock and
> feathered the pair of freckled pillars which were his legs.
> Another fringe of red pubes crawled up his flat abdomen in
> a slender triangle terminating at his navel.
>
> His well defined limbs and torso were covered with a thin
> coat of gleaming sweat. He smelled much the way Norman had
> smelled when the skinny team manager was bucking his hips
> into Maggie's face, manly and hot and anointed all over
> with the unmistakable aroma of cock odor.
>
> "I'd rather not say," Karen answered in a small timid
> voice.
>
> Jerry's brow furrowed. "Well, was it your wallet, your
> purse, a letter?"
>
> "No," she answered, scooting her feet up to the bench.
> When she did, her full cotton skirt, which had fluttered up
> to her thighs when she sat down so abruptly, crawled
> further up her bare legs.
>
> Jerry's eyes darted to the shiny, naked cunt between the
> girl's spread feet. She was sitting with her knees
> together, her skirt halfway up her thighs and her quim on
> view for no more than the looking. "How about your
> panties?" he said with a broad grin.
>
> Karen blushed and nodded, caught so off guard by his naked
> magne- tism that she didn't think to question how he had
> guessed correctly.
>
> "Where are they?"
>
> She turned slightly and rapped the locker behind her. "In
> here."
>
> "Let's take a look and see."
>
> Karen slid out of the way while Jerry opened the locker
> door. On the floor of the compartment was the tiny pair of
> bikinis. He raised them up with his forefinger and thumb
> and held them out in front of him. "Are these what you
> were looking for?"
>
> She nodded and blushed again, embarrassed to see the grown
> man openly displaying her undergarment.
>
> "How do I know they're yours?"
>
> "My name's inside."
>
> He stretched the band and peered into the brief pair of
> undies. "Karen Sheen. Is that you?"
>
> "Yes," she answered.
>
> "How can I be sure that's really your name?"
>
> It was Karen's turn to frown. "Because I am."
>
> "Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. Maybe you just want
> to steal these," Jerry said, amused at the teenager's
> dilemma.
>
> "But I am Karen Sheen," Karen insisted, panic cloaking her
> expression. The assistant coach was right; she had nothing
> on her to prove her identity.
>
> "I would presume if you're the rightful owner of these
> panties, it would mean you don't have any on."
>
> The blonde dropped her eyes for a moment. "I don't."
>
> "I think you're going to have to prove that," the redhead
> said in a deep, suggestive voice.
>
> Karen shot Mr. Marshall a dubious glance. "You mean, you
> want me to show you that I'm naked under my skirt?"
>
> The man nodded with his gaze fixed on her hem.
>
> Reluctantly, the girl lowered her legs and slowly hiked her
> skirt up to her waist.
>
> As the blonde's small cunt came into view, Jerry caught his
> breath and his cock snaked up to the waistband of his
> jockstrap. Being a stranger who knew no one in the small
> town, it had been weeks since he had gotten his rocks off,
> and he was hornier than hell. That coupled with the pretty
> girl's hot pussy was more than enough to make him throw a
> sizeable rod.
>
> "See?" Karen said, raising her eyes again as she continued
> to hold her skirt up. "I don't have any panties on." Her
> words were coming in abrupt halts because she had spotted
> the huge boner behind the assistant coach's jockstrap. She
> had meant to demonstrate that the garment was hers then
> lower her skirt, but the redhead's hardon -- after the
> young lady had watch her friend suck off Norman -- was too
> damn appealing to pass up.
>
> "I see," Jerry said, bringing the skimpy undies to his
> face. "But there's only one way to be really sure." He
> rubbed his nose in the crotch of the undies, inhaling the
> faint sweet smell of pussy without taking his eyes off
> Karen, then dropped to a squat in front of the girl. "Let
> me see if the smell in the panties is the same as yours."
> His voice was a harsh whisper.
>
> Karen widened the spread of her knees as the redhead's face
> drew nearer. She could feel his warm breath on the insides
> of her thighs and was overcome by the potent odor of his
> maleness.
>
> Jerry's face leaned in between the girl's legs until his
> nose was grazing against her sparse pubic bush. His
> nostrils flared as he sniffed up and down the pretty little
> cunt, his eyes fixed on the soft pink interior and the
> swollen clit at the top.
>
> "Is the smell the same?"
>
> "Yes," he answered heavily, panting like a man who had just
> run the hundred yard dash. "Would you mind if I ..." His
> tongue shot out and stabbed gently into her almost hairless
> snatch.
>
> "Oh, Mr. Marshall!" Karen moaned as she felt his tongue
> squirm between the lips of her juicy quim.
>
> "Jerry," he corrected before he sucked her tiny box into
> his mouth, eating every hidden, tasty recess his tongue
> could reach.
>
> "Jerry," she purred, splaying her legs farther and wiggling
> around on the bench.
>
> He raised up and hunched over her as he undid her blouse
> and un- hooked the clasp of her bra between the lacy little
> cups. Her large, creamy white breasts bounced into view,
> her tiny nipples as hard as pointed pebbles. "Your tits
> are lovely, Karen," he said. licking the flat of his
> tongue across each one and leaving a trail of saliva. He
> stood between her legs with his knees pressing into her
> thighs. "Take my jockstrap off."
>
> The blonde didn't have to be told twice. Her hands raced
> to the knit waistband and shoved the supporter down to the
> assistant coach's ankles. His hard meaty cock snapped out
> and vibrated against her tits. Mr. Marshall may not have
> been as large as Norman, but his erect peter certainly
> rivalled the size of Mike's pecker. The knob was a deep
> purple, the shaft, thick and etched with veins that webbed
> down into a dense orange bush and a pair of large cum
> swollen balls.
>
> "Kiss my cock, Karen."
>
> She pressed her lips against the fleshy glans already wet
> with his pre-cum, then took the head into her mouth. She
> had suctioned the ring of her lips halfway down the wide
> shaft and was toying with his huge balls when he suddenly
> pulled his pelvis back, cheating her of any further oral
> homage.
>
> "I can't take much more of your hot cock sucking or I'll
> shoot off in your lovely throat."
>
> Karen thrust her face against Jerry's throbbing dick,
> pressing the hard pecker against his belly while she
> showered the dorsal side with kisses. "I love your cock,"
> she purred, knowing she didn't dare tongue it too much or
> he would cum.
>
> "Karen," he said, stepping out of the jockstrap roping his
> ankles and laying her back on the bench, "I want to fuck
> you."
>
> "Oh, yes!" she moaned, parting her legs for him and
> pulling his trim waist into the spread of her thighs.
> "Fuck me, Jerry. Shove your hard cock up my hot pussy,
> please!" She could hear the pleading whine of her voice
> echo in the boys dressing room as he positioned her legs
> around his muscular thighs so her ankles locked on the firm
> pillow of his naked ass.
>
> Jerry stabbed the bloated head of his rod into the tight,
> juicy quim, then froze, his eyes puzzling as he looked into
> Karen's heated face. "Are you a virgin?" He had felt the
> thin membrane start to tear with his initial thrust.
>
> "Yes," she said warmly, "but it doesn't matter. I want you
> to take my cherry. Fuck me, Jerry! Please, fuck me!"
>
> He withdrew until just the tip of his dick was kissing her
> cunt, then stabbed as hard as he could. Her membrane
> shattered in an instant. His shaft sailed up her snatch
> until his heavy balls were snugged against her asshole.
> Both of them were panting hard and sweating. "Are you
> okay?"
>
> "Oh, yes!" she answered, so hot from finally getting a
> man's hardon in her pussy that she barely noticed the
> destruction of her cherry. Assured that the blonde girl
> was in no discomfort, Jerry began pistoning his fat ram in
> and out of the freshly deflowered quim, bucking his ass
> high on the out strokes and dropping his hips down to
> plunge even deeper with each additional thrust. In no time
> at all, Karen was hunching her hips up to meet his
> onslaught as they both got closer and closer to their
> climaxes.
>
> "I'm cumming!" she finally cried, feeling the heated
> spiral well up inside her.
>
> "Feel that?" he asked, as he halted with his cock buried
> deep in her snatch. His dick spasmed wildly as his balls
> shrunk into his groin.
>
> "Yes!"
>
> "I'm filling your little cunt with my cum, Karen."
>
> "It's fantastic," she purred.
>
> After a few moments of his swollen knob spitting out its
> hot load up inside of her, he pulled out. His peter had
> started to wilt by the time he reached for her panties.
> "Do you want to clean up before putting these on?"
>
> "No," she said, slipping the undies on and snapping her
> bra. "I want to take you juices with me."
>
> "I know what you mean," Jerry said, yanking his jockstrap
> up over his hips. "I'm going to beat off thinking about
> you later tonight and smelling your twat on my hand."
>
> "I wish you'd fuck me again."
>
> "I don't know, Karen. It's pretty dangerous for me, being
> my first year here and all. If anyone caught me balling
> one of the students, it'd be my job for sure."
>
> "I won't tell anyone, I promise." She stood to her feet,
> smoothed out her skirt and brought her lips up to his
> mouth.
>
> His tongue met hers outside their faces, then he sucked it
> inside as her hands slid down to the bare cheeks of his
> humpy ass.
>
> "You kiss as good as you fuck," she laughed as he pulled
> away.
>
> "You'd better get out of here before we get caught."
>
> She nodded and took a last look at the sexy redhead dressed
> in only his skimpy jockstrap, the pouch wet with what she
> knew was partly her own juices. "When will I see you
> again?"
>
> "We'll figure out something," he promised, steering her
> toward the door.
>
> To be continued.....
>
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