David Crane: Scandal school

"You want to do it?"

"Um-hum," she said enthusiastically.

"So do I! Where can we go?"

She shrugged. She knew he didn't have a car.

She had never been screwed except in a car, in fact, and a car symbolized sex to her. If a boy said, "Want to go for a ride?" it was exactly the same as if he'd said, "Let's go to bed."

Sarah did not often turn down a ride. Skip said, "How about under the bleachers at the field?"

She wrinkled her nose. "There's dog shit under there," she said delicately.

"That's true. But I… wait! I know!" His eyes gleamed. Now they were both living dangerously.

"The shower room," he whispered, jerking his head towards it. "There's no gym class now, no one will look in the showers. Anyhow, we'll turn the hot water on and the room will steam up so much that no one will be able to see who's in there, anyhow. You ain't got no tits."

"Thank you very much…"

"… and you'll look like a boy, anyhow, if they don't look too close. See, no one looks at anyone else's dick in the showers, 'cause they're afraid people will think they're fruit. So we can do it there okay."

Sarah liked the thrill of danger. Even if she hadn't, she was too hot to turn the idea down. She would have settled for the bleachers, dog shit and all, if there was no alternative.

"Okay, let's," she said. She showed him her most modest smile. "Let's go fuck in the showers," she said.

Skip saw Sarah through the drifting mist. He had turned on all the showerheads, and the long, narrow room was fogged with swirling mist, like a primordial swamp. Watching the girl drift through the mist, he found it very exciting. Catching quick glimpses of her naked body was more thrilling than seeing her openly, he figured. Maybe that had something to do with her lack of tits, but he didn't think so because her sleek young thighs, pneumatic ass and supple pelvis more than made up for her arrested breast development.

She stood close to Skip under the spray, her body glistening with beads and bright points where the water clung to her. She looked slippery as an eel, he thought. He knew they would slide together with a fluid ease. He adored the strong arch of her lean thighs, the graceful sweep from calf to ankle, and the way her wonderful ass swept out, firm and round as an apple, cutting sharply in to the backs of her shapely legs. Although she was flat chested, she had big nipples. The pink tips jutted out from big, round aureoles, stiff and taut, as if they were begging for attention.

He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it gently, then rolling it. He felt it explode like a bomb in his hand. He placed his other hand on her other tit and felt it up, standing face to face under the shower. She was laughing gaily, her eyes bright with the thrill.

He kissed her feeling her tits at the same time. Her lips parted and her tongue came out, darting into his mouth. She certainly knew how to kiss. Her tongue had found his, entwining it, coiling together like two moist serpents mating in a cave. When she withdrew her tongue, she dragged his with it into her own mouth. They swapped tongues back and forth as he caressed her tits.

Her hand crept up his thigh and touched his cock.

Skip groaned. He had had girls touch his dick before, but he had always had to take their hand and guide it to the vital contact. It thrilled him that she did it on her own.

She was stroking up and down his pecker as Skip slipped a hand between her legs. She parted her thighs, giving him access. His middle finger slipped along her slit, then pushed into her cunt.

We're really going to do it! he realized.

He had half expected her to back out, but now that he had his hand on her twat and his finger up her gash, he knew they were going to fuck. His dick surged mightily in her hand as he jabbed his finger in and out of her cunt. His thumb played with her inflamed clit and her pelvis jerked. She pressed to him, rolling her belly over his upright cock. He could feel his rod push an indentation in her firm flesh, and it maddened him with the desire to get inside of her.

He bent his knees and pushed his pecker between her legs. It lay horizontally along her crotch. When he humped, it ran along the slit without penetrating. He bent his knees lower, to angle his dick upwards at her hale, but she moved back.

"Wait a minute," she said.

He looked at her in horror, fearing that she had changed her mind, but she was smiling saucily.

"I want to do what Miss Bridewell did," she said.

Skip's mind reeled and his pecker throbbed.

"I never did that before, 'cause I thought it was dirty," she told him. "But if my English teacher does it, it must be okay… and anyhow, we're in the shower, so it won't be dirty at all."

And without any further delay, the sexy little nymph bent down and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked and slurped merrily for a few moments, then straightened up.

"Yummy," she said, licking her lips.

Skip was wild with lust now. He bent his knees again, and this time his pecker slipped right up her hole without any resistance at all. She arched and came up on her tiptoes, her hands on his shoulders for support. Skip cupped her firm ass in both hands and began to fuck up into her furiously, jolting her slim pelvis up with every thrust.

She was whimpering and panting as she ground her hips from side to side and pumped her belly up and down in tempo with his lunges. Her pussy was clinging to him, tightly clamped over his dick and working on it as if she had some greedy internal maw, hungry for his cum. His hands pulled her higher, by the ass, and he jolted the pork to her with rare abandon. It was Skip's first fuck and it was, he saw, every bit as wonderful as it was supposed to be.

Suddenly Sarah began to shudder.

She's coming! he thought. It was true, and that drove the lusty youth to a new frenzy of lust. He shoveled great cuntfuls of dick up into her, heaving the pork in like a stoker feeding a furnace.

"Do it," she gurgled, her voice strained and breaking as her orgasm rippled through her. "Come in me, Skip! I want you to shoot in my cunt…"

Skip moaned, then gasped as the familiar feeling – which up until now had always been caused by his own fist – was brought to him by her rip ling twat.

"NOW!" she cried as she reached the peak.

Skip blasted a thick wad of cum up her juicy hole, jamming in hard and spending deep in her loins. He drew back jerkily and banged in as a second shot sped up his dick and hosed her cunt with a heavy spray. His mind was as thrilled as his body as he filled her with spunk.

He was coming in a cunt! He was shooting his wad in a real pussy!

There was no need to imagine that his hand was a cunt. He had the real thing clamped on his dick, and the lad hosed her pussy with jet after jet of turbulent juice, filling her so fast that cum was pouring out of her cunt and running down her thighs, giving her a thicker shower than that which darted down on them from above.

Drained, he held her close while she squirmed about a little, working off the final spasms of her creamy orgasm.

Skip knew that girls like to be romantic after fucking. He kissed her and tried to call her darling, although he couldn't quite manage that – that was for grown-ups, he guessed. His dick had softened now. It slipped out of her and bobbled about in the shower spray. She was eyeing it as it she wondered whether there was any more vitality left in it.

"Gee, that was swell," he said.

"Ummm. It was lots of fun." Then: "You know Ricky Jones?"

Skip, wondering at the non sequitor, nodded.

"He always likes to do it at least twice," she said, giggling naughtily and batting her eyes.

She had judged the effect nicely. Skip scowled with anger, but his dick started to grow again. She wrapped her hand around it and began to jack it up to a brand new hard-on while, with her other hand, she caressed her clit to get it tingling again.