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Goody Goodie Girls - 3
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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