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The Goody Goody Girls
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? The ? The story of two high school ?
? Goody ? girls determined to lose ?
? Goody ? their virginity. ?
? Girls ? Chapter 6 ?
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With her arm hugging the filtering trough which ran along the
perimeter of the high school pool, Maggie let her body find its own
buoyancy. Waiting until the pool room was deserted, she took a lung
filling breath, causing her large tits to balloon out in her tight, blue
bathing suit, and swam to the bottom. Her arms scissored in front of her
face as her legs propelled her forward. She did two full lengths then
hugged the wall beneath the diving board, staring up through the blue-
green water. She had accomplished the laps with little effort and still
had breath to spare.
The bare legged body of Mike Foster came into view just beyond the
board. His toes overhung the edge of the concrete, the full basket in
his tiny red racing trunks bulging out. He ran his hand through his dark
hair and scanned the empty bleachers. "Everyone's gone," he yelled to
someone behind him, the vibrations of his voice echoing through the
almost stilled currents to Maggie's ears.
The basketball captain shoved a hand into his trunks and forced
them low on his hips, allowing the wiry hair of his bush to spring out
and opening the leg of his suit. Through that opening, Maggie could see
the thick roll of his veiny cock and a section of his spongy balls. Then
the dark haired boy was gone.
Maggie waited another minute before bobbing to the surface. She
shook the water from her hair and climbed the ladder. Then, she picked
up her towel and headed for the lockers, deliberately going through the
door marked "BOYS".
For three, maybe four, whole minutes, she had the inside swimming
pool entirely to herself. In the three years since she had attended
Blasedalte High, she had often wondered what it would take to achieve
that deed, and now it had happened freely of its own accord.
Feeling pleased with herself, she padded into the dressing room,
her towel wrapped around her neck, her one piece swimsuit leaking a
steady stream of water. One lucky deed deserved another, and she knew
what she hoped to see in the locker room.
She had decides if any of the boys were changing she would excuse
herself by saying she had made a mistake and accidently gone through the
wrong door. As luck would have it, the room appeared to be as empty as
the pool itself when she stole inside.
The only sound was the spray coming from the showers. No voices, no
laughter, no shouts or horseplay. That meant that everyone was gone,
that is, everyone but Mike and whomever he had been yelling to. And she
had a damn good idea who was in there with him.
Before she had gotten more than a few steps in the locker room,
low, sensual moans broke through the silence. Her body froze with
fingers clutching her towel. Her body stiffened and her eyes grew
enormous.
The moan came again, along with someone crying, "Oh yeah, baby, do
it to me, please! You do it like no one else does!" The voice was
unmistakably that of the basketball captain.
Leaving her towel on one of the benches, Maggie tiptoed carefully
between the lockers to the shower room at the back. She crept close to
the wall, streaking the tiles with her wet suit, and peered around the
corner.
Mike stood spread eagle under the only shower head running, his
lean, strong body being drenched under a rush of warm water. There
wasn't a blemish on his naked torso; one perfectly flawless muscle
blended into the next.
Much to Maggie's surprise, also facing the wall but sitting between
the basketball captain's legs was Trudy Briggers, Student Body Vice
President. She had one hand cupped to each of Mike's humpy cheeks, her
head tilted back and her long pink tongue stabbing at the swimmer's
asshole.
Trudy was the last girl Maggie expected to see violating the
privacy of the boys locker room. She had been certain that instead of
the blonde, she would have seen Julie Pratt, the redheaded head
cheerleader. Trudy not only was out of Mike's league intellectually, but
also socially. While Mike came from a wealthy family who could afford to
buy him anything he desired, Trudy was forced to do odd jobs after
school to have pocket money.
Mike let out another moan, slapping his hands against the wall and
bending at the knees to get his shitter closer to Trudy's mouth. "Oh
baby, do it!" he cried, rotating his hips and clawing the tiles in front
of his face. "Do it! Get your sweet, hot tongue way up inside that juicy
male bung. Eat me, baby! Tongue fuck the shit out of my hot little
hole!"
Trudy pulled the fleshy hemispheres farther apart and closed her
lovely lips over the inviting rim. Her pointed tongue stabbed deep
inside and wiggled around. Without removing her face from the lightly
haired crack, she worked her legs back beneath her body until she was
kneeling with her own hindend aimed at Maggie.
Each time her head dipped forward to follow the heaving ass, her
crack winked open, revealing a trail of blonde hairs and her rosebud
anus along with the base of her tiny quim.
By the time Maggie got her hand worked into leg of her bathing
suit, her clit was swollen hard and begging for release. She worked the
stretch of material to one side, forcing the rear of her suit into the
slippery crevice between her buttocks. Each time she churned her ass,
the swimsuit sawed sensually over her shitter, like feathery fingers
teasing her little pink rim.
She couldn't believe that she had walked in on the Student Body
Vice President and the captain of the basketball team sexing it up in
the boys locker room. It had been one thing to see Mike fucking Julie.
They were an item among the student body, both extremely popular and
well suited for each other. But to see the good looking stud in the
shower with the pretty blonde was something of a shock. Mike evidently
wasn't as faithful to Julie as he pretended to be.
Mike only had one hand on the wall now. He reached behind him and
grabbed the back of Trudy's head to shove her face all the farther up
his ass. "You eat fucking good shithole, honey! Fuck, but that feels
great! How would you like to get that ass sucking mouth wrapped around
my juicy dong?"
Trudy muttered something into the swimmer's anal passage which must
have been an affirmative, because soon Mike was turned around with his
shoulders backed into the shiny tile. That roll of flesh Maggie had seen
through the leg of the racing trunks was now a mighty staff of molten
hot meat, maybe not quite as large as Norman's but damn near. His balls
were drawn tightly up into his groin, covered by a thin, wet shag of
fur.
Trudy's gorgeous ass dropped to her heels as she grabbed hold of
the huge pecker. She washed her tongue along the girth of the hard cock,
trailing saliva into the nubby scrotum. When her mouth had inspected
every inch of the basketball player's meat from the thick root to the
wide cum slit, the kneeling girl opened her jaws as wide as possible and
sank down to the base.
Maggie would have guessed that no one could have taken a throbbing
hard cock down her throat in one gulp. She couldn't imagine swallowing
Norman's pecker that smoothly in a single lunge. But there was Trudy
Briggers proving her wrong.
The brunette student drooled saliva onto three of her fingers,
squeezed her hand back into the leg of her swimsuit and began a slow
easy fuck in and out of her snatch. She was getting so turned on
watching the couple in the shower, she knew she could cum without
working her pussy hard.
"Oh yeah, sweetheart, kiss my dick with the back of your throat,"
Mike moaned between clenched teeth. "That's it, baby. Let me fuck your
pretty face. You sure can suck cock!"
Trudy was pumping her head back and forth, taking the dick from the
swollen helmet right down to the short hairs around Mike's balls. She
did it as smoothly as she had tongued the athlete's asshole; no problem,
one stroke at a time. And she was getting a lot of help from Mike's
pistoning hips.
Maggie reached behind her to grab the rear of her swimsuit with her
free hand. While she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt, she
pulled the crotch material even deeper into her crack to force it firmly
against her sensitive anus. Watching the two high school students go at
it in the shower was as exciting as seeing Norman play with himself or
all of the basketball team showering. And it was even hotter than when
she and Karen had hidden in the equipment locker and seen Mike fucking
Julie.
Suddenly, Trudy let the giant ramrod pop from her mouth, grabbed
the base and forced Mike to the floor. "It's your turn, sweetheart," she
said with a grin on her pretty lips, surprising both of them with her
sudden show of strength. She turned in profile, bringing Mike's lean
face into her soaked beaver. Her cunt was glistening wet from the shower
spray and the juices leaking from inside. It's pale pink lips appeared
demure and innocent, her cunt hairs totally soaked. Her small firm
breasts looked like the oiled flesh of the pictures in those books
Maggie had "borrowed" from her mother. "Kiss up my juicy pussy, you
handsome lapper. That's a good boy. Work that hot tongue into my tight
snatch, all the way down and back up again. That's lovely, Mike. You
sure know how to eat pussy."
Mike's mouth was all over the girl's cunt, tonguing from one end to
the other. He paused to take a few of the silky pubes between his teeth
and tugged, the proceeded with his oral homage. Just before he sucked
Trudy's swollen clit between his lips, he did a titillating flutter of
the tip of his tongue along the outer lips of her attractive little
beaver.
"Oh, you sweet fucker! Does Julie know what she's missing?" Trudy
had a clump of Mike's hair twisted between her fingers and was bucking
her pelvis into his handsome face. She looked like a gleaming, naked
cowgirl breaking a wild stallion.
As Maggie continued to finger fuck her pussy and work her bathing
suit through the crack of her ass, she saw Mike's hand raise toward the
girl's buttocks, his third finger straight out. Mike teased the tip
around the rim of Trudy's hole, then stabbed hard. Trudy stopped bucking
and smiled down at the kneeling youth. Evidently, that was all the
communication they needed. The Study Body Vice President slid to the
floor, laid on her back with her legs spread high in the air and her
pretty little cunt totally vulnerable.
Mike pulled himself up on his knees, grabbed Trudy's ass in both
hands and hiked the creamy thighs to his groin. Using only his pelvis,
he directed the head of his cock to the convulsing quim, steadied it
against the gleaming wet cunt lips and put all his weight behind his
hard phallus, then shoved.
Trudy's head bumped against the tiled floor where water pooled and
eddied down the drain. She didn't seem to notice how wet her hair was
getting. She felt her snatch expand, accepting the bulk of Mike's hard
meat, and then sink in until the good looking boy's testicles were
kissing her buttocks. She never lost her smile. "That's it, Mike, fill
my pussy with your lovely pecker. You've got one beautiful cock,
darling! Fuck me so I know I've been fucked!"
Mike was in no position to argue. His hips pistoned smoothly back
and forth, plowing the tight aperture for all he was worth. His thighs
hammered the uplifted ass with a zeal that brought a wincing grimace to
both of their shiny faces. "You've got a hot little pussy, Trudy. You
are the fucking best!"
"Better even than Julie?" Trudy asked as she panted beneath Mike's
strong physique. Her head was banging against the tiled floor with each
of his thrusts.
"What makes you think Julie's such a hot fuck?" Mike asked, his ass
pistoning his hard dick in and out of the blonde's tight box.
"Why else would you be going steady with her?"
He answered her question with another question. "If she's so
fucking hot, how come I'm fucking you now?"
"Because I came in here to get you to lay me."
"I could have said no."
"You never say no."
"Julie's okay, but she doesn't know half what you know about taking
care of a guy's cock."
Maggie couldn't take her eyes off the boy and girl fucking in the
boys shower. Her fingers continued their slow pump in her tight, hot
snatch but it was taking all the control the brunette could muster not
to tear her swimsuit off and race into the shower to join Mike and
Trudy.
"Then maybe you should stop going steady with her and give your
ring to me."
Mike kept stabbing his cock in and out of her pussy in silence.
"Mike, answer me. Why don't you get your ring back and give it to
me."
"You know I can't do that."
"Because my family and your family wouldn't mix?"
"Things are just that way sometimes. We have a good time whenever
we can see each other. Why can't you leave it at that?"
"She wears your ring, but I'm the one who really gets you off."
"Trudy, don't start, please," Mike begged, feeling himself getting
near to his climax.
The blonde girl wiggled her ass out of the youth's grasp and pulled
herself to her feet.
Mike's cock was sputtering wildly in front of his belly, his hips
fucking nothing but the water spraying from the shower in front of him.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to find someone else to fuck, Mike. Someone who's not
afraid to be seen with me or take me out on dates."
"You can't mean that."
"Sure I can. I know it's not cool for you to be seen with me. I'm
just a poor girl from the other side of the tracks who has to do odd
jobs to have money for clothes and lunches. You stick with your own
kind, like Julie, whose father is a lawyer and who can afford to buy her
anything she wants. She may not be hot in the sack, but she's good for
your image." Trudy was walking toward the arch.
Maggie, with her hand still wedged into the front of her bathing
suit, scurried behind a row of lockers.
"Don't do this to me, Trudy."
"What am I doing to you?" the blonde asked, suddenly turning back
to the nude youth under the shower.
Mike had ceased humping his hips but his cock was still angry red
and throbbing. "I'm so close to cumming."
"Go get Julie or use your hand, which ever is better."
"What about you? You had to be pretty damn close?"
"I'll survive."
"Trudy, I want you."
"You going to get your ring back from that fuckless little wonder?"
He shook his head.
"Well, then I guess you deserve what you get or what you don't
get." She stormed out of the shower and made a beeline for the bench
where her clothes were folded.
To be continued.....
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