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CHAPTER TWO

Johnny had enjoyed fantasies about damned near every girl in school while he flicked his fist and pretended it was a mouth or a cunt. He had thought lurid thoughts about skinny girls with flat chests, because he figured they would fuck like sinuous snakes. And he had lusted for fat girls because they had big tits. And he had jacked off while entertaining lustful images of the buxom librarian and the lean lady who taught French and the girls' gym instructor, who was rumored to be deviate.

But most of all, by far, Johnny thought about Sheena Stratton while playing with his prick.

Sheena was the prettiest and sexiest and most nubile girl at school, a strawberry blonde with big blue eyes and a cocksucker's mouth.

She had round, bouncy tits capped by nipples that always seemed to be stiff, poking out in twin peaks in the tight sweaters she usually wore.

Her waist was tiny, her hips supple and her ass was high and hard and provocative. Her shapely legs were long, and her skirts were always short.

And she had a sultry way of looking at a guy, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking – and what he would soon be doing by hand.

Johnny wasn't the only boy who had jack-off fantasies about Sheena, to be sure. The saucy teenager was probably responsible for more jacking off than anyone else in town and for enough spilled spunk to float a battleship, as multitudes of potent young men emptied their balls in frantic reaction to her obvious charms.

Sheena knew this perfectly well.

She loved turning guys on and made a point of posing and moving erotically. She favored revealing clothing and used it to good advantage by the way she positioned her legs and loins.

The sexy teenager liked to make all the boys horny – and the teachers, as well, even including the female gym teacher, who was said to be a lesbian.

But most of all, Sheena liked to give little Johnny Howard a hard-on.

She had the hots for handsome young Johnny. There was a certain innocence about him, even when he was staring lustfully at her and panting like a dog. She felt sure the kid was a virgin – and that was a turn-on for Sheena.

Today, she was feeling particularly bold and saucy and sexy and had dressed accordingly. She wore a tiny red mini-skin and a cotton tee-shirt so snug it seemed to be painted on her tits.

She put on her tiniest bikini panties under that short skirt.

This garb was strictly against the school's dress code, to be sure. But since the teachers got to ogle her, as well as the students, no one objected.

She'd flashed her crotch all day. The boys' lavatory was awash with all the jizz that had been jacked out between classes as, one after the other, the youths she had exposed her bikini-clad cunt to sought solace in the cubicles.

Sheena was keeping track of which boys went to the bathroom with bulging crotches and returned looking relieved, with the swelling reduced.

She noticed, though, that Johnny Howard had not been to the bathroom and that the handsome lad had retained his big cock-bulge through every class.

Johnny, of course, was keeping his hard-on until he could seek the solitude of his tree house.

But Sheena didn't know that and the naughty girl was puzzled. Was she losing her charms for him?

Well, evidently not, since the bulge in his jeans had gotten larger class by class, and he had stared at her so lasciviously that his eyes had nearly burned into her belly and tits like laser beams.

Sheena was intrigued.

She decided that it was time to get to know Johnny Howard better.

A lot better.

When Johnny came out of the school following the final class, Sheena Stratton was perched on the wall beside the front walk.

He gulped. Her knees were parted and her crotch was fully displayed. The tiny panties seemed to be molded to her pussy, the crotch band dragged up into her cunt gash as if by suction!

Johnny halted and looked up her short skirt in a sort of mesmerized awe. His cock jumped so savagely that it almost knocked his schoolbooks from his grasp as he held them in front of his loins to hide his hard-on.

Then the innocent youth realized how he was gaping, and he blushed and looked up at her face – and found that Sheena was grinning impishly at him.

Holy cow, he thought.

She must have seen where I was looking – and she doesn't seem to mind!

Johnny had never dared to hope he might get a crack at the sexiest girl in school, other than within his own fevered mind. Now he began to wonder if Sheena was really as naughty as she looked.

She slid gracefully down from the wall, and his attention shifted to her jiggling tits.

"Hi, Johnny," she said, batting her long, silken lashes in a come-hither fashion.

Johnny croaked a greeting.

"Wanna walk home with me?" she asked.

"Errr – yeah – sure," he stammered.

They moved off, side by side.

Her hip brushed against his. He gazed sideways at the thrust of her stiff-tipped tits, and she kept grinning. She had a sort of swaybacked way of walking, so that her tits thrust forward and her ass jutted out.

She turned to say something, and he never did catch the words, because the twisting motion swung her heavy tits against his arm.

So much blood rushed down into his hard prick that he damned near blacked out.

In a kind of daze, Johnny had only one wish. He hoped she wasn't just a cock-teaser.

Red Miller, the football coach, was looking out his office window and he saw Johnny and Sheena walk off together.

He had been looking before that, too. Coach Miller had also been staring up Sheena Stratton's skirt.

And he, too, had a booming hard-on. But Red Miller, who believed what he preached, had a different way of seeing things.

Dirty little tramp, he thought. The football team had not won a single game yet, and Red knew why. Sheena was responsible for his players' lack of prowess. How could a guy be expected to run and throw and catch when all of his vitality had been sapped away by self-abuse?

Miller knew it for a fact.

He felt certain that he could have been a pro football player, himself, if he hadn't jacked off so frequently in his own schooldays.

He had, single-handedly, so to say, wined his own athletic potential. He still beat off a lot, as a matter of fact.

It was a hard habit to break.

But he consoled himself now, reasoning that a coach didn't need stamina the way a player did, and could drain his balls with impunity.

He waited until Johnny and Sheena were out of sight, with mixed emotions. He glared and he grimaced. He loathed the nubile sexpot for arousing his players, yet he longed for her as much as any of them.

The coach opened his pants and reached in to haul his prick out. He had a fat, blunt headed prick and a set of balls like medicine balls. The sight of sexy Sheena had stiffened the first and bloated the second.

He folded his fist firmly around his cock and started to whip it up and down in a steady rhythm.

That was when Ida Whicker, the girls' gym teacher walked into his office…

Red blushed furiously.

Ida was slim and supple in her gym uniform, accusingly at the coach. She was staring a pretty woman, although she looked sort of dykish because she wore her sandy hair cut very short and used no cosmetics.

"I – ahhhh – I came to ask you about…" she stammered, her pay eyes glued to his prick.

Red, who was quite quick-witted as football coaches go, thought fast.

"This isn't what you think," he raped. "No?" she said, cocking an eye and giving Red the distinct impression that she didn't believe him.

"I – err – what did you think I was doing?" the coach croaked.

He had heard rumors about Ida being a lesbian and hoped she might not know anything about the way men masturbated.

But evidently she did.

"I thought you were jerking off, Coach," she replied, with a hint of a smile.

"Naw! Me? Hell, no! Never done that in my life!" he protested. His mind was working as cleverly as if he were diagramming a post-pattern pass play. "I was only – errrr – exercising my penis muscle."

She looked skeptical and amused.

"Honest. You wouldn't know about such things, but a man – a real, red-blooded man, you know – he's got to keep all his muscles in trim. Use or lose, right? Don't want my penis muscle to go slack, on me."

Ida started to laugh.

But then, surprisingly, she looked serious – and Red thought that maybe she had believed him, after all. Well, she, too, was a coach, and he guessed she wasn't too bright.

Although Red had no way of knowing it, Ida was as horny as he was – and for the very same reason – that provocative nymph, Sheena Stratton!

Ida had been watching Sheena during gym class. The acrobatic teenager had been using the parallel bars, her tits bouncing, thighs flashing.

Then Ida had managed to sneak a look at her, naked, in the shower.

The rumors were right about Ida.

She was a cunt-lapper.

But not exclusively.

Ida eyed Red Miller thoughtfully, nodding slowly as if in agreement.

"Yeah, Coach – I can see that," she said, in her husky, low-pitched voice. "I know that I have to exercise my vagina to keep it tight."

Red's jaw dropped like a lever, damned near bouncing off his brawny chest.

"You know, Coach Miller – maybe, being colleagues, and all – maybe we could exercise together, sort of collaborate on keeping fit, huh?"

"Errr – how would we…"

"Understand, it wouldn't be like making love. Not a man-and-woman thing. But we could kill two birds with one stone if you exercised your penis in my vagina."

Coach Miller was astonished – and then his jaw closed up again and he began to grin.

And Ida Whicker, without further ado, began to strip off her gym uniform.

If she was a lesbian, it was a shame, Red thought – because Ida had a lovely body. All trim and tight from steady exercise, rippling with sinew, yet with velvet-soft flesh drawn tight to her contours.

Her tits were small, but firm and round and topped by big, rosy tips. Her ass was hard as a rock and her legs looked like they could crush a man's haunches if they locked around him in a scissors grip.

Her cunt-mound was a wide, tawny triangle and, below, her cunt-slot was soaking wet and gaping open. Dyke, or not, this was some lady!

Ida sat on the edge of Red's desk, her bare ass perched on the rim and her legs trailing to the floor, lean thighs wide apart, cunt streaming juices between.

"Exercise me, Coach," she said, panting as if she had already exercised vigorously.

Red moved up, cock jutting up, and stood between Ida's open legs. He thrust his hips forward, shoving his prick into her groin.

She reached down and felt his stiff cock. "Ummm – what a hard muscle you have, Coach," she sighed, in obvious appreciation.

She turned her wrist, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down in her gooey cunt-slot and brushing it against the flaring nub of her cunt.

"Hard and heavy. Why, it's like working out with a fucking barbell!" she squealed.

Red grinned with macho vanity.

He tensed, ready to stuff his cock up her cunt.

"No – don't do anything, Coach. My cunt needs a good workout – let me do it all."

Red stood with his head and shoulders thrown back and his muscular thighs slightly bent and his prick looming out like a vaulter's pole.

Ida fitted his swollen purple cock-head into her coral-pink cunt-slot. She squirmed on the desk, getting limbered up for the exercise.

Then the gym teacher began to work her cunt-muscles with great concentration. Red didn't need to hump at all. Her squeeze box pussy was sucking his cock in all on its own! Her cunt-lips clamped to his cock-stalk and the inner rings tightened, pulling his prick deeper with each contraction.

Red had never fucked such a hot pussy. He stared down and watched his long, thick cock-shaft being sucked in inch by inch. It felt as if she had a hand inside her loins, frigging him in her pussy. Her cuntslot slurped juicily. Her cunt was soaking wet inside, yet so tight, that it felt as if her cunt-sleeve was bonded to the contours of his cock.

Cunt-cream gushed from her pussy, turning her groin to a morass. Trickles unwound down her lean thighs and gooey streams seeped into the crack of her ass. The top of his desk was getting slimy – luckily, there was a blotter there to absorb the overflow.

Her flat belly pumped gently.

Her cunt sucked his cock in balls-deep.

He fondled her hard tits and pulled at the swollen pink tips. He wanted to kiss her, but guessed she would not welcome a sign of affection or emotion.

His thighs braced as, once again, he prepared to throw a cock-thrust into her. But her cunt was gripping his cock so tightly that he couldn't pull back!

"No – don't hump, Coach," Ida panted. "This isn't fucking, remember. Just keep still and let me exercise my pussy-muscles."

All of his prick was buried. Her cunt-lips were glued on the hairy hilt and his big balls were jammed tightly to her trim ass. Her cunt tingled on the base of his cock. She wriggled her ass and hips a bit, but only slightly. Her cunt was doing the job unassisted.

The inner rings of her cunt muscles fluttered up and down on his cock-shaft in sequence, and the core of her cunt was sucking on his cock-knob like a mouth.

Red had never known a sensation like it. It wasn't like fucking, because he wasn't moving at all. It dawned on him that she was getting all of the benefits of this bizarre workout, since he was inactive. But he didn't give a damn about that.

His cock-meat was throbbing inside her, but not sliding in and out. He didn't need the friction of humping. Her cunt was doing the job to perfection. It felt more like a blowjob than a fuck, he thought – and so tight that it was more like ass-fucking than cunt-stuffing.

She tightened her cunt convulsively.

Red groaned. It felt as if she were puffing his prick out by the roots. He could feel the suction all the way back in his asshole.

Pre-cum was dribbling into her pussy now, as the magic massage of her cunt brought him toward the creamy conclusions. She whimpered as she felt the spunky flow seep into her. Her cunt-chute got wetter as she began to melt, yet stayed as tight as ever.

Red wondered what secret methods she used to build up her cunt-muscles. Her pussy could have sucked the batteries out of a flashlight!

"Oh, baby," he groaned, as more precum was pulled from his piss-hole.

Ida glared at him and her pussy missed a pulse on his prick. She wanted no familiarity, no terms of endearment from a man. This was a convenience for Ida, not a love affair.

Red got the picture.

"Break the pain barrier – work it out," he croaked.

Her pussy began to tense rhythmically again, wringing his hot prick-meat. Her momentary displeasure faded and her frown turned to a look of pure passion. His cock felt so lovely in her cunt that Ida even wondered, for a moment, why she was a lesbian.

His pre-cum was drooling out now, in a prelude to the full cum-load. Her clit was exploding on the root of his prick and the depths of her cunt were dissolving on his cock-head. She was getting so hot that he thought his prick might melt in that furry furnace.

"C'mon, Coach – break the tape," she moaned, as her own arousal rose toward the crest.

Red felt his cumming start in his asshole.

His big balls drew up and his jism sped up the core of his cock-shaft and splashed into her cunt in a torrent.

Ida whimpered like a schoolgirl when she felt his cum inside her. Her own climax peaked and her cunt-cum gushed out to mix with his cock-spume. She kept on working her inner pussy-muscles, milking him off to the dregs as she worked herself through her own sweet spasms.

She drained him dry, and he sagged.

He would have stopped humping then – if he had ever been humping to begin with.

Ida continued the meat-massage until she had finished her own volatile creaming. His balls hung down now like punctured balloons and his prick began to soften and diminish inside her pussy.

Yet her cunt was so tight that even as he lost his hard-on and went limp, she still clutched his cock as firmly as ever.

Her prowess impressed him.

She seemed pleased by his equipment, too.

"Good workout, Coach," she said.