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Subject: "Goody Goodie Girls" CHAPTER THREE
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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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