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CHAPTER SIX

Although John Tremont had rejected the idea of a cold shower as a hard-on exorcist, he felt the need of a warm shower, with plenty of soap, at the moment. Fucking the librarian's asshole had been most pleasant indeed, but it had left his pecker in a terrible state. John hated to walk around with a soiled pecker because you never knew when you might strike it lucky and have occasion to show it to a randy young coed. That had never happened to him yet, but you could never tell… you could hope? John leaned against the wall, gasping like a fish as he thought about his recent encounter of the anal kind. Then, summoning his strength, he headed for the gym.

Such was the vitality of John's pubescence and the power of his memory of recent events that, before he had turned the corner, his dick was hard again.

"We better sneak out of here now," Skip said.

Sarah seemed in no hurry to leave the boys' shower room, "Better wait until Coach Miller leaves the gym," she said.

"Well… okay."

Now that he had got his rocks off, Skip was no longer flirting with the unique thrill of dangerous living. But now that she'd got her rocks off once, naughty little Sarah wanted to get them off all over again. She snuggled up to Skip. He was ignoring her, nervously watching the entrance, but his prick began a series of ominous lurches and jerks.

"Oh, dear… you can't walk out of here like that!" Sarah said, concerned. "It would be bad for my reputation if anyone saw us together and you had a bone on…"

"It'd be worse if I didn't," he said. "Everyone knows how horny I am. If my dick is soft they'll figure that you must of softened it."

"That's a point," she said.

And his prick was coming to a point too. Despite his reluctance, it stood out parallel with the floor, beads of water bouncing off the shaft and knob. Sarah regarded it affectionately. She was remembering how pleasant it looked when Miss Bridewell was giving head to the coach and tantalizing her fleeting taste of Skip's dick had been. She had never sucked a prick before, although the urge had often arisen, because she figured it would be bad for her reputation. There was an excuse for screwing – you simply got too hot to resist it, you needed it. But cocksucking was different, and all the cocksuckers she knew had simply terrible reputations. But now she had already had Skip's dick in her mouth and she figured what the hell, she might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

She said, "While we here, we might as well wash."

Skip stared at her, thinking that was an absolute ridiculous idea. Sarah got a bar of soap from the tray and began to soap his cock and balls.

Skip got the point, then.

Her slippery hands rubbed and lathered, and his pecker came right up like a ramrod. She dropped to her knees, and his knob was throbbing in front of her face as she washed him with great concentration and deft thoroughness. Then, not wanting to get soap in her mouth – she giggled at the idea of foaming at the mouth while sucking a cock, knowing it would look as if she were rabid for dick – she leaned back and let the spray from the shower rinse the soapsuds from his succulent rod.

"Now…" she said, preparing to give him a first class gobble.

Then, John Tremont walked in. John had left his clothes in the locker room, and so he came in cock first.

His pecker cleaved the steam in front of him like the prow of an icebreaker cutting through frozen seas. He didn't notice Skip and Sarah as they cowered in the corner. His thoughts were on other things. He stood under the nearest spray and began to pull his dick up and down with fast, efficient strokes, more concerned with getting his wad out than enjoying it.

Sarah giggled at the sight.

Skip cautioned her.

John had heard the giggle, however.

Horrified, he turned to see who had discovered him in his pulling performance. He saw two figures but he couldn't make out who they were through the slut sat spray.

Hiding his dick behind his hunt, he advanced. "Oh, boy!" Skip groaned. "He'll see you!"

"He'll think I'm a boy," Sarah said.

"Not when he gets a look at my hard-on, he won't."

"Well, hide it."

"Hide it? Where?"

Sarah thought about that for approximately one fifth of a second. She was still kneeling in front of him, and there was only one logical place where his dick could be secreted.

She slid his cock into her mouth.

Skip hissed with the sensation, just as if his loins were a boiler and his dick a release valve.

Sarah pushed her face right down so that his knob was nestled in her throat and her face was fiat against his belly. She figured that John might not recognize her that way. Skip's cock was completely hidden, and she hoped for the best. She began to suck adoringly on the meaty mouthful, figuring she might as well kill two birds with one stone.

"Who's that?" John said.

"Hi. It's me," Skip said, trying to look natural.

"Oh, hi, Skip. Gee, I'm glad it's you wouldn't want anyone with a big mouth to catch me jacking off in the showers. And… errr speaking about big mouths… who is that…"

Skip looked sheepish. "You noticed her, huh?" he said.

"What's a girl doing in here?"

"Sucking my dick."

"That's what I thought," said John, no longer ashamed at having been seen whacking his pole. He bent down and looked between Sarah's legs.

"Yeah, it's a girl, all right," he said.

"Of course it's a girl! What'd you think?"

"Well, it is the boys' locket room."

"Jeez! You know me better'n that."

"Yeah. What girl is it?"

"I'm not gonna tell you that. Jeez, it wouldn't be good for her reputation if anyone found out she was blowing me in the boys' locker room."

"That's true. They'd think she was a pig."

"Yeah, people always jump to conclusions."

"Well… I'll leave you alone, then…" John started to move politely away, planing to finish his handjob on the other side of the enhancing it with a few furtive glances at the blowjob in progress.

But Sarah was remembering how nice his hard-on hid looked in History class. The wanton girl began to wriggle her ass about, pushing her crotch invitingly upwards and arching her slender back.

This behavior did not go unnoticed.

John said, "I think she wants to get fucked."

"Yeah, but she don't dare move her face away from my belly on account of then you might recognize her," Skip said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to recognize her…"

Sarah's loins were doing a wild dance of desire. Her sleek, wet body shimmered and shook.

"Say, if you want, I could lend you a hand," John suggested. He looked at Skip. "A cock, I mean. I was gonna beat it off anyhow, so it'll just go to waste. If she wants it…"

Skip looked down at Sarah to gauge her reaction.

Sarah was smiling around a mouthful of pecker, and nodded her head eagerly.

Skip shrugged. "Well, okay," he said. "But don't get the idea that she's a pig or nothin'… my girlfriend, now…"

Sarah was so thrilled at being claimed as his girlfriend that she began to suck in a veritable frenzy, feeling possessive about his prick now.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't blab about it… Why, I don't even know who she is."

"Good thing, too," Skip rasped.

John, scarcely believing his good fortune, knelt down on the tiled floor behind Sarah's bouncing, grinding bottom. His dick, already half wanked, throbbed mightily between them. He wrapped his hand around the root and guided the knob into the girl's crotch. It snuggled sweetly against her slot.

John pushed gently. His cockhead slipped up her hole, and her cuntlips snatched greedily at it. He slowly ran the full length of his prick into her cunt.

Her pussy was much tighter than the librarian's cunt, although no tighter than that remarkable woman's asshole. The warm walls clutched around his rod, pulling at him and urging him to start banging it to her. Her ass heaved up and her hips jerked from side to side. Her pelvis was demanding fucking!

John braced his knees on the wet, slippery floor and began to feed his dick to her wet, slippery cunt. He grasped her hipbones with his hands held her steady as he poured the pork to her with long, fluid, rippling thrusts.

Sarah began to moan joyfully. The sound vibrated along the length of Skip's cock, causing him to hum like a tuning fork and twang like a guitar string. His pecker expanded in her mouth, pulsating and throbbing. With John behind her, Sarah no longer had to play the ostrich and bury her head against his belly. She began to dip her head up and down, feeding herself on his big joint with a hearty appetite. She had always expected that sucking cock would be a wonderful thrill in itself, but now she was in a positive euphoria, for not only was she getting the opportunity to give head, she was also getting fucked at the same time.

It gave her a new insight into the dimensions of love.

She was glad that Skip was her boyfriend, for he did not seem the jealous sort at all. And now that she had discovered the joys of having both ends stuffed, at the same time, Sarah hoped they would do a lot of double dating in the future.

Her head bobbed up and down, her lips pulled and her tongue sped back and forth across in carnal plunder as Skip's cock fucked deep into her throat. His cockhead was wondrously hard and hot, and it was swelling to even greater dimensions with every passing moment, every luxurious slurp of her eager mouth.

And John's pecker, up her hole, was every bit as hard and hot and welcome.

John was thrilled at his first-ever proper fuck, but not so excited that he neglected the nicety of variation. He wanted to experiment with different approached and strokes, which suited Sarah admirably. He slid the meat to her with long, underslung plunges, then corkscrewed in, then angled up and drove in across her bobbing ass with relentless force.

He was leaning forward. He could see her face as she took Skip's pecker in and out of her pursed lips, sucking hungrily as it withdrew and then slurping with moist delight as it slammed back into her voracious maw.

John recognized Sarah. He felt a bit guilty about that and determined not to tell anyone about what a pig she was. He would have to remember that, he thought, for it was rude to kiss and tell.

Then he wasn't thinking about who she was at all, as his mind ignited with the sensation that gripped his loins.

Gritting his teeth, he shoveled the cock into her savagely. He was fucking into her with such force that her pert little ass was being lifted on his strokes. He was turning her pelvis with his pecker as if he were turning sod with a spade.

Her pussy seemed to lire melted. Cunt juice was seeping out around his dick as he stuffed it in, gaping heavy, pearly ribbons of womanly mats flat trickled down her lean thighs.

"Uhg!" she gasped as she took Skip's prick too far back and gagged on it, then: "Ummmm," as her loving lips withdrew and, "Ahhhh," as she fed another delicious mouthful in.

Skip's cock began to bubble.

She tingled with joy as she felt the hot juice boil over onto her tongue and seep into her cheeks. She had known she would like sucking a dick, but she hadn't known how good cum would taste. Now, with a hint of that savory delicacy scalding her tastebuds, the oversexed coed was desperate for the full lout. Her head flew up and down as fast as she could move it. She sucked as if she wanted to suck his guts out through his cock.

Skip whimpered softly. Then he whimpered louder. He reached down and twisted his hands in her copper colored hair and held her head steady as he began to fuck into her mouth with urgent strokes.

Sarah gurgled with easy, sensing his readiness. Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum. Squealing with delight, the girl swallowed the hot thick cream ravenously, sucking for more even as her throat filled with the flood.

She milked him bone-dry and still sucked for more, her appetite gone out of control in the height of her passion.

And then, as if his spunk had poured down her throat and run right through her body, her cunt began to gush with a deluge of slippery cream, cascading out over John's cock, soaking his belly and balls.

John banged the cock in to the very hilt, burying his smoking rod in her melting loins and, howling with bliss, he poured his cream up her hole.

It had been John's first fuck.

And Skip's first blow job.

And Sarah's first double-header…

And already, all three of the lusty young kids were looking forward to the next link-up.

Sarah uncoupled from the two boys reluctantly. She pulled her mouth slowly away from Skip's spent and softening pecker, giving him a few final slurps and laps as she did so, and carefully squirmed her hips around until she disengaged from John's stout cock.

She sat on the wet floor, her legs spread, letting her crotch cool. Cum and cunt juice trickled from her slot, and spunk sparkled on her lips and chin.

She eyed both spent cocks just to make sure there was no starch left in either of them. Although she was satisfied, she was also insatiable.

But the two dicks both hung sheepishly now. John and Skip looked a bit embarrassed, but that didn't worry her. She knew full well that embarrassment was easily submerged in the sea of lust.

"I still don't understand what you were doing in the boys' shower room," John said.

"Sucking and fucking," said Sarah.

"Oh," said John.

That explains it!