Chapter 244: Take it! Take it all!
Now that the blood was no longer pounding in my ears, I heard some whispers from a couple of rows away that were too high-pitched to be anything but girls. I even had a pretty good idea which two girls they would be, since I knew for a fact that a) these two knew where I would be, and b) having rushed through lunch they had nothing to do to amuse themselves until next period but be a couple of Peeping Thomasinas.
I pulled Steve down to lie on me while he got his breath back. He was sweating profusely and we were both soaked in it.
I whispered in his ear, "Darling, I hope you don't mind, but we're being watched by some friends of mine."
He jerked at the idea that his privacy had been violated. He was about to get mad, when I told him, "You really can't blame them. After all, it's your own fault if they didn't get enough of you before."
"Which two?" he whispered, "Janice and Janine?"
"Jolene," I corrected. "They were both at my party this weekend. The one you couldn't come to because five girls would have tried to fuck you death if you had."
"And this is a worse fate than being fucked to death by just one? I can see I need to work on my stamina. OK, I'm not mad. What do you want to do?"
I just loved the way he assumed that I had something in mind and that it was going to be fun. I promised myself that I would never do anything to disappoint him on that score.
"What else? Invite them to join us for a shower, at least. The rest of the guys won't mind, will they?"
He laughed at that. Coed showering must be one fantasy that every male on the planet has had.
"OK, you two!" I said in a loud enough voice for them to know I had heard them. "Games over. Come on out."
There was some shocked whispering, followed by some giggles before Janice and Jolene came timidly around the corner of the row of lockers. To no one's surprise, they were completely naked.
"Been reliving the good old days, hmm?" I asked them as they came over to stand on either side of me and Steve. The musk of sex was strong on both of them. They must have been watching us from the beginning and getting more excited all along.
"Sorry if we interrupted anything," Janice said. "But we just had to watch."
"Yeah," Jolene said. "You two should make a movie. That was really hot."
"Oh? Now you're a director? I thought Janice was the one with the ambition to be in videos?"
"No," Janice said. "You're the director. You'd win an award. After Saturday, I'd bet on it."
Steve looked at me like he was beginning to think the sacrifice might have been worth it to have been in on the fun on Saturday. If things worked out, I thought, maybe he could be in the next one.
"OK, I'm the director," I said as Steve pulled his gooey cock out of me and stood up. He was very casual about being here with three naked girls. But then, we were really one short. Sara was going to be very unhappy with me.
I had something else to say, but I could see that first, I was going to have to get Janice and Jolene's attention away from Steve's cock. As soon as it had come into view, they were mesmerized by it. I shelved my original plan and improvised.
"OK, here's the scene," I said. "You two get to clean Steve's cock for him and rub yourselves off while you do it."
I hadn't got the words out of my mouth before two girls had their tongues out and were eagerly lapping at Steve's half-hard cock. Steve managed to hold up remarkably well under their combined attack. He tensed up his abs and pushed his hips forward to give them better access to his cock. He even forced a smile when the girls each sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
His bobbing and swelling cock looked so in need of attention that I felt I had to take care of it. I knelt down between Janice and Jolene and put my mouth over the head, nursing it gently and coaxing it between my lips and toward the back of my throat.
I hadn't tried this for a while, but I figured if I could do it to Bud, I could handle anyone. I looked straight up at Steve and opened my throat so his cock could slide down it. My gag reflex tried to close the back of my throat up when his cockhead went down, but I resisted and only had to blink twice before it calmed down. Then I forced the whole of Steve's cock down my throat, leaving nothing out and burying my nose in his curly pubic hair.
"Oh, shit!" he said, his voice even deeper than usual. "That feels so fucking great!" He put his hands behind his neck and flexed all the muscles of his torso at once. He looked just like one of those statues of Greek heroes that I had seen in my Art book last term, only hairy.
Steve's enjoyment motivated us to greater oral efforts and Janice and Jolene to frig themselves even harder. I tried to lend a hand where I could and shortly we were all stroking and feeling each other. Hands were everywhere. Steve watched us with a rapt expression and his cock turned as hard as iron in my throat.
I doubted that I would be able to do this for very long. My windpipe was shut off and I was running on stored oxygen. If I was going to keep it up, and not pull off gagging and choking in a minute or so, I was going to have to be creative. Surely I, of all people, should be able to work around this problem.
I experimented with different muscle groups in my throat and tried twisting this way and that. Steve moaned his appreciation of my efforts, even if they weren't intended specifically for that purpose. I found that I could bend my head back and inhale hard through my nose, then I could force air into my lungs. That solved half the problem, but exhaling didn't seem to want to work the same way.
I was about to scream with frustration and the need to breath when I figured that I had nothing to lose by it so I did just that. Of course, with a big cock down my throat, my scream came out more as a combination hum and gargling sound. It did force air out, though, so I kept it up until I had emptied my lungs and then I sucked more in through my nose and did it again to build up my depleted oxygen. A couple more times and I was right as rain again. "Heck," I thought, "I could keep this up all day."
The noises I made had diverted Janice and Jolene's attention from Steve's scrotum. I could barely see out of my peripheral vision that they were watching me closely and making mental notes of my newly invented deep-throating technique. Jolene was close enough for me to see her flexing her throat in imitation. She looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air.
I had just about decided to pull off and let her have a try at Steve when I heard Roger's voice behind me saying, "Holy shit! Doug! C'mere quick! You have to see this, dude!"
Doug and Roger must have come in for their showers and heard the noises we were making. As soon as I saw Janice's head turn, I knew what was going to happen.
I didn't need to be able to see the action to know that Doug and Roger were being attacked by a couple of girls eager to see if they could match my cocksucking skills. Hearing their reactions was quite enough.
"Hey, what?"
"Whoa!"
"Damn! OK, OK, here you go."
"Ummmm!"
"Oh, yeah!"
"That's good."
"Oh, shit! That's nice."
"Man, oh man. I've never... I mean... oh girl... oh yessssss!"
Shortly, I could hear high and low-pitched humming as my friends experimented with the new technique to see what would work for them. I could hear the occasional gag, as someone's reflexes asserted themselves, but both girls were determined to succeed and those sounds quickly vanished, to be replaced by the muted sounds of throats plugged with hard cocks.
Soon after that, those sounds were replaced again by the sounds of boys who were about to get their rocks off. These new noises were deeper and more urgent.
"Do it!"
"Yeah!"
"Gonna cum soon!"
"Me too! This is fucking great!"
"AH!"
"OH! Yeah!"
"Cumming!"
"Damn! Take it! Take it all!"
I had been so wrapped up in picturing what was going on behind me that I hadn't noticed that one of those voices was Steve's. When his cock started to pulse in my throat, I was surprised and delighted that I had been able to make him cum again so quickly. I was barely able to pull off fast enough so he would explode in my mouth instead of my throat. When the sweet taste of his cum filled my mouth, I had to swallow twice to keep it from leaking out.
As he ran down, I sat with just the head of his cock in my mouth and nursed it even after there was no more cum to be had. Steve lovingly stroked my hair and I returned the favor by gently rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue. It must have been pretty sensitive by then, because he jerked and I felt his cock pulse again as he had another small dry orgasm. From what I could see of his face, it looked almost painful, so I quit sucking and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving it a little kiss in the process.
Steve sighed so deeply that I thought he would deflate. He sat down so heavily on the bench next to me that I though he had slipped and fallen. His muscles seemed to be all loose and rubbery and uncoordinated. Even his firm jaw looked slack as he leaned over to whisper to me.
"Thanks for not inviting me to the party," he said. "You're right. I probably would not have survived."
I climbed up into his lap and he put his arms around me and held me firmly but tenderly against him. I leaned into him and cuddled. I really wanted to spend more quality time with Steve, but with my schedule that was going to be difficult. I decided I had better make the best of those times when we could be together, even if it was in a crowd.
Steve seemed to have been really turned on by having three girls work on him at the same time. I wondered if he wouldn't mind if I shared him with some of my friends on a regular basis. There were a few girls I knew who wouldn't mind being his ball-washers. He had such nice ones, too. I reached between his legs and held his testicles in my hands. They were just the right size. I was thinking how nice it was to sit in his lap like this when time ran out.
"We better hit the showers if we don't want to be late," he said in a louder voice to include everyone in the room.
Janice and Jolene were gently detached from the objects of their oral worship and cordially helped to their feet by their respective victims. I think Steve wanted to pick me up and carry me, but he was just too wasted to manage, so I put my feet down and he let me walk instead. We all shuffled and stumbled to the shower, giggling all the way.
The hot water of the shower felt great after a wonderful fuck. My head still buzzed from cumming and my clit and nipples felt like they were vibrating. Every time I turned so the water hit my breasts, a small rush of pleasure went through me.
I wanted to borrow Steve's bar of soap, but he shook his head and used it to lather up his broad chest. I thought he was going to tease me and make be do something in return for the soap but instead he put his arms around me and rubbed me with his body, making himself my own personal loofah. I twisted and turned in his arms, until I had been thoroughly scrubbed, then he gave me the soap and I did his back, his legs, and finally, his cock and balls. I gave them a more thorough washing than perhaps they needed, but he didn't object.
Janice and Roger and Jolene and Doug had paired off and were having just as much fun washing each other as well. We all wanted it to go on, but time was running out, so we all finished up and ran to get dressed before the next class started and the fourth period boys' Gym class started coming in.
Steve graciously gave me the combination to his locker, and I put my weight-lifting outfit in it so I wouldn't have to run back and forth anymore. We just made it out of the locker room when the first bell rang and the early-birds began to arrive. If any of the boys heading for the locker room found it odd that three girls would be coming down the hall that lead only to the locker and weight rooms, they must have just assumed that we were wrestling team groupies trying to score points by venturing onto the team's turf.
Soon enough, I was back in the Gym after a merely moderately dull English class. At least now I was able to keep my attention on the class and not have it wandering off between my legs. Steve seemed to have done me more good with one fuck than any amount of creative masturbation I had tried. I decided to try to keep my pussy full of cum as much as possible and just live with the side effects of increased aggressiveness and a tendency to be a tomboy and a show-off. The alternative was to be a horny slut with a pussy that never dried up and a powerful need to cum every couple of hours that kept me so hot I couldn't think straight. I wonder how many other girls my age had been labeled as dumb simply because they aren't getting a regular antidote to their raging sex drives.
"Gee, Sam, that's a nice top!" Polly had sneaked up on me while I was up in my own head. "It fits very nicely on you. That darling skirt looks like it's going to fall off your little butt any second."
I wasn't thrilled with the 'butt' crack, but I ignored it. I'm probably too sensitive about my scrawny rear.
"I'm glad you like it, Polly. I promised I'd wear something sexy for you."
"This is for me? Oh, wow! I never..." She trailed off, suddenly unable to look in my eyes. She blushed a bit, too. It was so cute that it made me want to give her a big hug.
I pulled her to one side, out of the steady traffic into the girls' locker room. I whispered to her in a conspiratorial tone, "Yes, you said you wanted me to dress in something sexy, so here I am. I like to please my friends, Polly. And I have something else to show you that everyone will get to see later, but I wanted to show you first."
I turned my back to the room and pulled my top up to show her my bells. Her eyes bulged as she stared at them. She reached out a hand that paused an inch from touching my nipple. I leaned forward to press my breast into the palm of her hand and she sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the contact of skin on skin. I noticed that she didn't jerk her hand away. Instead, she ran her fingers around the ring through my nipple, ignoring the dangling bell and paying all her attention to my puffy pink flesh.
"They're lovely," she said with a distant tone, and I knew she didn't mean the rings or the bells.
"Thank you. The rings are big enough to get a finger through. Why don't you try it?"
I thought she might put her index finger through so I could get her to tug on the ring and let her see how it was firmly anchored in my flesh. Instead, she put her middle finger through, with her damp palm against my breast and her fingers curved around it.
"That's nice," I told her as she held my breast in her hand. I hadn't really expected her to be this bold. I thought maybe I could tease her a bit and maybe get her to relax enough to have some fun later. The look in Polly's eyes told me that she had quite a crush on me and she was determined to make the most of her invitation to touch me.
Her hand echoed the sentiment in her eyes as it made tender love to my breast. If I hadn't just been immunized against it, I would have been boiling over with passion. As it was, she still had my complete attention. Her touch was doing wonderful things for both of us.
I closed my eyes and let my mouth drop open. We had only a few more seconds before someone would start to wonder what we were doing and I wanted to make the most of every one of them.
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