Sandy Metusic showered and dressed quickly. The eighteen-year-old senior ignored the whispering about her newly shorn hotbox. Yes, it meant she'd fucked someone new recently. So what? When Jules Kittridge exited the boy’s locker room, Sandy lingered there with a look in her eyes that shimmered. “It’s fourth period!!”
Jules, also a senior, had forgotten his early morning suggestion to the girl. He had already skipped second-period Chemistry class to couple with Paula and Delphia. Fourth period was an AP English class where his grades tottered between a B+ and an A-. He couldn’t afford to skip that class.
Jules started to beg off from the assignation. Sandy boldly reached under her t-shirt to expose her left tit. She swiped her middle finger under his nose. Her finger smelled deeply of cunt, sweat and, faintly, of urine. Obviously, her finger had been up her pussy recently, or SOMEBODY’S pussy, because Jules didn’t know her pussy well enough to identify its unique vaginal signature just yet.
Jules’ penis took over from that point.
Ten minutes later the two of them were alone up in the pool viewing deck. While scores of swimmers frolicked in the pool below, Jules stretched out partially naked on the sectional couch, arms spread wide. His erect penis rose like a steely incubus from his nut sac.
Sandy Metusic stood off to the side, admiring the view. She was fully naked. Her tits hung ripely, pink nipples glistening with morning dew. Her hips twirled sensuously. Jules immediately noticed that her private parts, so fully hirsute just yesterday, were now bald as a baby’s bottom. Like Paula Fuller, Sandy had shaved her pussy. Jules could see her little pink clitoris peeking out from its cloak at the tip of her cleft.
Sandy was breathing heavily—hyperventilating. She’d been considering this moment every moment since yesterday's memorable session. Now that the moment was upon her, Sandy seemed unsure of how to proceed. Usually, these quick interactions got started with oral. Jules’ dick was already hard. Sandy’s pussy was already wet. One would think they would just mount, fuck, cum, groan and wipe. After all, they WERE in school. They DID have classes to attend. Anyone could wander up into the pool viewing deck. It’s not as if it was locked to keep out fornicators.
Sandy wanted more. Having showered after gym class, both of them smelled fresh and clean. She knew that if she went down on Jules, the piquant odors of any number of vaginas would still be present in the tissues of his cock. Her own pussy odor would be there, intermingled with the crowd, even though Jules had washed.
Rather than just “slip it in and get it over with”, Sandy decided on a more personal approach. She sat next to him, close enough to feel his hot breath, but more importantly close enough to transmit sincerity with her grey eyes. She’d convinced herself that Jules was to be her secret lover. They’d already proven sexual compatibility. Perhaps it were better now to establish a clearer basis for their impending relationship.
That’s how women think.
Jules wasn’t sure of her intent. Still relatively naïve, Sandy’s foray into The Real was strange to him. He’d come here to submerge his penis into a woman’s cleft for the third time that day. Sandy's vagina was right there, steaming between her thick, pink thighs. Her face bespoke volumes, however, without saying a word. Sandy gazed at him deeply. Her look didn’t portray lust. It portrayed…worship.
Jules didn’t know how to react. He’d expected her to go down on him. After all, his dick was steaming before them, stiff as a board. She did not. He expected her to press his face into service between her thighs. She did not. He expected her to mount him and quiver aloft with the insensate pleasure of penetration. She did not.
She didn’t smile, she didn’t frown. She just gazed into his eyes, ever hopeful that he would sort out the emotion between them separately from the attraction of their genitalia.
What they lacked was time.
Jules looked away, breaking the psychic bond Sandy was attempting to establish. He was a little embarrassed. What did she want?
Patiently, Sandy turned his face back to hers. She locked his gaze again. Jules began to feel the first stirrings of a bond between them. Clearly, something was afoot. Sandy wasn’t embarrassed to show the depths of her feelings. This exposure, this willingness to show emotion, to be Real, is always the beginning.
When Sandy sensed that Jules was finally understanding her intent, she looked southward. His hard-on had subsided some. It was time to make a move. Often, the merger of a penis with a vagina strengthens a psychic bond.
Sandy gripped his cock in her small fist. She couldn’t wrap her fingertips fully around it.
“That’s THICK,” she mused.
Jules’ cock immediately firmed up.
Sandy went back to gazing. She jacked Jules’ cock slowly, pulling his foreskin up over his pud and then “squeezing it with a twist” the way a man would. Her fingertips gently caressed the ultra-sensitive nerve endings just south of the split in his cockhead. Someone had taught her. Sandy knew that a good handjob is essential to the establishment of a psychic bond.
Jules’ eyes rolled into his skull. It’s one thing to fuck. It’s another thing to be mind fucked. Sandy was fucking Jules with both her eyes and her hands. Her mouth, tits and pussy had yet to enter the game. Though she wasn’t smiling, she held her mouth open just the smallest bit so that her teeth and tongue crested her lips. Sandy knew what she was doing.
Jules grabbed her and swept her up into a crushing kiss. Sandy, the feminine one, wilted before his desire. She lolled backward. Jules cupped her head in his hands. Their tongues met in the age-old dance of the newly conjoined. They caressed each other’s faces. Sandy continued to delicately stroke his penis. She lingered her fingers under Jules’ nose that he might smell the heat emanating from his own cock.
Fully engaged, Jules nibbled at Sandy’s ears and her neck. He ventured further south to suckle her tits, as yet unaware that Sandy’s tits served as the centerpoint of her desire. He felt her body tense. Jules sucked harder. Sandy’s nipples hardened in his mouth. She released his cock to cup her tits and plunge them further into Jules’ mouth. Fireworks exploded in her brain. Jules sucked harder, eliciting a trickle of nipple effluent. Sandy gasped. Jules suckled each tit in turn. He bit them. Sandy was in heaven.
Her lust was upon her now. Sandy rolled Jules over onto his back. She scrambled up his torso that he might suck her clit much as he’d sucked her nipples. Jules obliged. Her pussy was right in his face, luminous of swelter. Sandy’s pink clit bulged from its cloaked position between her wobbly, shaven labia. Jules took it into his mouth.
Sandy exploded in feminine cum. Her brain frazzled aloft.
She humped his mouth raggedly as her orgasm crazed. With his eyes closed, Jules experienced the random flavors of female ejaculation—the reds, the mauves, the purples. Sandy held his head in place and fucked his mouth. At the apex of her derangement she unleashed a groan akin to an animal taking a bullet. Sandy’s orgasmic passion superceded any she’d experienced. This was the best nut she’d had. For a few moments, Sandy went quite literally mad.
Despite his recent devolutions into female hole, Jules’ cock, too, was on the verge of eruption. A woman unhinged is the best harbinger of a spurting cock.
As she skittered down from her amazing climax, Sandy slid southward, still atop him, offering her split to Jules’ preening penis. He gripped himself in a manic effort to find and penetrate Sandy’s vagina, pushing her labia side to side with his pud in that way men will do in search of the hole.
“Put it up my butt, Jules! My butt!” Sandy gasped.
She reached back with two hands to spread her ass cheeks. Jules dipped south to find her sphincter. It was there, alright. His cock could smell it.
Lathered in Jules’ saliva, Sandy’s bottom was an easy target. She felt his cock probing at the entrance to her poop chute. It bounced around down there, seeking penetration. Sandy swirled a bit to capture his pud between her pliant ass cheeks, then eased herself smoothly down and about his pulsing shaft. She felt the stretch and the sway of a king cock sliding its way into her bum. Sandy's asshole was taut and muscular. It peeled his foreskin back wickedly so that his sensitive cockhead was fully exposed to her vicious anal scrape. Jules went quite blind from the exquisite pain of insertion. Each time his penis crept another inch forward into her stink Jules trembled with anguish. Sandy’s sphincter finally clamped tightly about his cockbase. Jules was ready to spew.
Sandy now experienced yet another facet of their conjoinment. Jules’ long, thick cock impaled her as her prior orgasm still simmered. The cock in her ass kept her locked at plateau. Sandy waggled her tits in his face.
Jules desperately wanted to spray Sandy’s asshole with cooling lubricant. Despite the bountiful volumes of jism he’d been spouting lately, Sandy’s sexual goods had him primed for yet another launch. Sandy could feel his penis expand as jizz bubbled up from his nuts. She met his rhythmic throbbing with an equally rhythmic anal squeeze that moved packets of ejaculate along his urethra like toothpaste in a tube.