Cissy pulled off her shoes and dropped her naked feet in the fountain.
“Feels good,” she said, pointing her toes and splashing water by slapping her bare soles down on the water’s surface.
Pam sighed with exasperation. “I told you not to take your shoes off. Now everybody’s looking at us.”
“But my feet were hot,” Cissy said. “It was such a long walk down here.”
On the other side of the fountain, three young kids jumped in and tromped around, giggling and kicking water at each other.
Cissy smirked at Pam. “There, you see,” Cissy said. “There’s nothing wrong with putting your feet in the water. Everybody does it.”
“Those are stupid little brats,” Pam said. “Not mature young women like I am, and like you’re supposed to be.”
Cissy looked around as if she’d lost interest in the conversation. Pam sat down at the edge of the fountain next to Cissy, but turned away from the water with her properly shod feet resting on the concrete walk. It was a hot Saturday afternoon in late May, and the campus mall was swarming with people, both students and visitors.
“Glad you came?” Pam asked.
“Oh yes!” Cissy said. “Now that we’re here, anyway. I didn’t realize it was going to be such a long walk. Look at all the hot guys walking around!”
“Is that all you think about – guys?” Pam made a face. “I’ll admit they’re a lot more handsome, a lot more sophisticated and mature than the boys we go to school with. But we didn’t come down here to gawk at guys. Put your shoes back on. Time to go to the historical museum.”
“Do we have to?” Cissy asked. “It’s so nice out here in the sun. We spent all week in school.”
“Now you don’t want to go in?” Pam asked. “We come all the way down here to visit the museum and now all you wanna do is soak your feet in a fountain?”
“You’ll have more fun without me,” Cissy said.
“I probably will,” Pam said. “You’ll want to leave after five minutes.”
“I’ll wait for you here,” Cissy said. “Take all the time you want. I’ve never seen so many hot guys in my life.”
She squeezed her bare legs together, clamping them rhythmically against each other a few times.
Pam stood up, disgusted by Cissy’s shameless behavior. “See you later,” she said. “You better be here when I get back. Don’t get too sunburned.”
As Pam climbed the steps of the historical museum, she looked back across the mall and saw Cissy splashing her bare feet in the fountain like one of the three little kids who were now kicking water at each other. From this distance, Cissy looked much younger than the teenage girl she was. With her upturned nose, her shoulder length, sandy-blonde hair, her round face and slightly chunky body, she looked like a chubby little pixie. Cissy really wasn’t fat; she was just well developed in the hips and bust, slightly over-developed for her height. As she kicked her feet, slapping them down on the water’s surface, her pointed toes made her look like a schoolgirl gymnast performing warm-up exercises.
Pam shook her head, and despite her disgust at Cissy’s unsophistication, she couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s cute, childish looks. She watched Cissy cross one leg over the other and swing the crossed-over leg rhythmically, keeping her bare toes pointed like a gymnast. It was as if Cissy was trying to gain attention, as if she were performing for the endless flow of people passing the fountain. Also, Pam could tell that Cissy had crossed her legs for more than to gain attention. As Cissy rhythmically kicked her upper leg, she was working her pussylips together under her tight, light-blue shorts. Pam knew that Cissy masturbated a lot. Cissy had admitted many times to Pam that she jerked off quite often.
Slut! Pam thought as she turned away and opened the door of the museum.
Well, at least masturbation was better than giving your body to some sex-crazed boy in school. Pam herself masturbated occasionally, but only when absolutely necessary, when she couldn’t stand the sexual frustration any longer. Both she and Cissy were virgins, saving themselves for their husbands-to-be. Pam knew she could hold off until her own wedding night, but she often worried about Cissy. Cissy seemed to become more and more obsessed with guys everyday.
The air conditioning dried the sweat on Pam’s forehead. She hadn’t realized just how hot the spring day was until she’d stepped inside the museum. She pitied Cissy, sitting out there in the hot sun, but she wasn’t going to hurry on Cissy’s account. Cissy had chosen to stay out there in the sun. If Cissy had to wait an hour for Pam, or two hours, it was Cissy’s own fault.
In the basement restroom, Pam straightened her hair in front of a mirror. How much more mature and sophisticated she looked than Cissy!
Her brunette hair, with its auburn tint, was longer than Cissy’s hair, and pulled back in a ponytail. She was taller and more slender than Cissy. Her features weren’t round like Cissy’s but were more finely chiseled. Unfortunately, she had a turned-up nose with freckles on it, which made her look more girlish than she would have liked; however, nobody’s perfect, she always told herself.
The museum was almost deserted. Occasionally, Pam encountered a family here or there, but for the most part she was by herself as she made her way from one exhibit to the next. In a room dedicated to the state’s Indian tribes, her eye was caught by the life-size, bronze sculpture of a naked Indian brave. The sculptor hadn’t bothered to hide the young brave’s cock with a fig leaf, and Pam inspected it closely and at length, from time to time glancing nervously and self-consciously back over her shoulder to see if anybody was coming into the room.
It sure was a big cock! And those balls it hung over sure were big too!
Her heart pounding, her breath coming fast, Pam reached out and felt the brave’s bronze cock, stroked it up and down, rippled her fingertips over its veins, caressing the brave’s large balls. As her fingers inspected the brave’s sex organs, her pussy throbbed against the crotch-seam of her white shorts and her tits swelled in her bra, her nipples stiffening against the titcups. She squeezed her legs together, shimmying her thighs against each other, rubbing the moist, searing-hot meat of her inner cuntlips together. Throbbing waves of fuck-itch pulsed through her loins and her face flushed hot.
God, what am I doing! she thought, and yanked her hand away. She fled the room, her shorts and bra and shoes all feeling much too tight. She felt like pulling off her clothes. She felt like rubbing herself between the legs.
She tried to concentrate on the other exhibits, but her mind kept wandering back to the naked bronze brave. He’d had such a big cock, and it had felt so hard and sexy. She wondered if the cock of her husband-to-be would feel like that to her touch.
She left the museum long before she’d intended to. She couldn’t get her mind off the naked brave, and she was tempted repeatedly to visit him again, something she was not about to allow herself to do.
As she emerged into the sunshine, stunned for a moment by the blast of hot air outside, her eyes searched the fountain for Cissy. At first she didn’t see Cissy, because Cissy was no longer seated alone. A young man with a mustache was seated next to Cissy at the edge of the fountain, and both he and Cissy were laughing. Cissy appeared to be doing a lot of squirming.
“Back already?” Cissy asked when she spotted Pam.
“I’m not feeling too well,” Pam said. “Let’s get going.”
“This is Jeff,” Cissy said. “He’s a college guy. And this is my girlfriend Pam. We go to the same high school.”
The young man looked Pam up and down. “Hi, Pam,” he said. “Why don’t you take off your shoes and cool off your feet like Cissy?”
“We really have to get going,” Pam said. “We’ve got a long walk home.”
“No we don’t,” Cissy said. “Jeff’s giving us a ride in his van.”
“I don’t know,” Pam said, but before she knew what was happening Jeff had locked his arms with the arms of Cissy and herself and was walking them toward his van. Cissy carried her shoes, her bare feet smacking on the concrete sidewalk.
“Here we are,” Jeff said, and Cissy scrambled into the front of the van first so she could sit in the middle, next to Jeff. Jeff shifted gears and the van took off.
Pam’s head was spinning. Everything had happened so fast that she felt as if she’d lost control of her life. Jeff was so overbearing. He was tall, he talked loud, and it was obvious he was in complete control.
Cissy snuggled up to him as if he were a big teddy bear, giggling idiotically at everything he said.
They were sitting at a red light, in heavy traffic, when Jeff said, “Either of you chicks good at giving blowjobs?”
Pam blinked her eyes, sure she was hearing things. Cissy giggled, squirming.
“I got a big crowbar that needs some work,” Jeff said. “Either of you hungry for some stiff meat?”
Pam closed her eyes and swallowed. When she opened her eyes, Cissy was leaning over, unzipping Jeff’s fly and unsnapping his jeans. Jeff lifted his ass as Cissy, giggling as if she were drunk, yanked the college man’s pants down nearly to his knees.
“Ahhh, that’s better,” the man sighed. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the dashboard. “Like it, girl?”
Cissy was panting and muttering over Jeff’s rigid cock. Her small hand was able to wrap only half around it. Her nose was inches from its half-naked knob, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed. Her hand slid down, peeling the foreskin completely off the huge cockhead. The piss-slit was open, a drop of thick, clear lube oozing from between the slit-lips.
“Eight solid inches,” Jeff said, glancing at Pam.
Pam looked away, out the side window. She was shaking so hard she couldn’t think. The bronze cock of the brave in the museum had shaken her up enough, but Jeff’s cock was real living meat! Man-cock! She’d never in her life encountered a real, living cock in the flesh. She had to be dreaming all this!
“Mmm, Jeff!” Cissy mumbled. “Ooh, it’s so big! It tastes so good!”
Cissy’s blonde head twisted from side to side as she slurped wetly at the man’s cockhead as if it were an ice-cream cone. His lube continued to ooze out, and she licked it off.
“I love your juice!”
“You sure love cock,” Jeff said, his foot leaving the brake and pressing the accelerator. “Man, I sure love a chick who loves cock. Mmm, suck that thing, schoolgirl!”
The cab of the van was filled with the scent of Jeff’s uncut, sweat-moist cock. Pam held her breath, repulsed by the intense, musky aroma. How could Cissy lick something that smelled like that? How could any of this be happening?
Cissy’s mouth stretched around the head of Jeff’s cock, her lips stretched thin, like rubber bands. Moaning, she sucked loudly, her lips smacking.
“Oh yeah, suck it!” Jeff panted. “Lick the head. Aw fuck! You sure know how to suck cock!”
His eyes glazed over and rolled back, and the van swerved nearly into the next lane.
“Watch out!” Pam shrieked, bracing her hand on the dashboard, and Jeff snapped back to his senses and cut the steering wheel sharply as horns blasted. “You’re gonna get us killed!”
Jeff took a few deep breaths. He stroked Cissy’s head. “Go easy, girl, watch that tongue. You almost brought me off.”
“I think we’d better get out,” Pam said.
“Don’t be silly,” Jeff said. “There’s a park just down the block. I’ll stop in the bushes.”
A minute later, despite Pam’s hemming and hawing, and Jeff’s ignoring her, and Cissy’s delirious cooing as she licked and kissed Jeff’s cock, the van came to a stop in a secluded spot behind some bushes in the park.
“Everybody out,” Jeff said. He pulled up his jeans and seconds later he was ushering both girls into the rear compartment of his van. There were curtains over the windows so nobody could see in.
Pam thought about running away, but something inside her wouldn’t let her. Although she mumbled that she’d rather be going home, she climbed into the back of the van with Cissy and found herself sitting on a mattress. Jeff climbed in and shut and locked the door.
“Let’s take our clothes off,” Jeff said.
“Not me!” Pam said.
“Suit yourself.”
Both Jeff and Cissy stripped. The smell of hot cunt filled the air of the compartment, and Pam saw that Cissy was all foamy and greasy between the thighs, as if spit had been leaking from her pussy. Jeff rested his back against one wall of the van and spread his legs, nearly shoving one naked foot in Pam’s lap before she pushed it away. He smiled at her and she looked away. Cissy, meanwhile, lay face-down on the mattress between Jeff’s legs, her hands cradling his huge, erect cock and keeping his foreskin pulled down, her nose and tongue rubbing up and down the underside of the massive prick. Fucklube bubbled from the man’s pisshole and dribbled over Cissy’s freckled nose.
Jeff put his left hand on Cissy’s head, wrapped his thick fingers in her hair, took his cock away from her with his right hand and started rubbing it all over her face. Playfully, he whacked his cock back and forth against her cheeks, as if beating her with a heavy rubber billyclub. Lube dripped and spattered from the tip of his cock.
“Ohhh, Jeff!” Cissy moaned. “I love you, Jeff, I’ll do anything for you! Oh yes, oh yesss, I love your cock!”
“Horny teen bitch,” Jeff said. “A whiff of hot cock and you’re plastered.” He rubbed his cockhead back and forth along her lips, then shoved his cock into her mouth. “Go easy with the tongue now, girl, I don’t wanna come just like that.”
Cissy swallowed more than half his cock. Her throat bulged, stretched with hard cockmeat. She gagged a few times but sucked greedily. Lying facedown, with her legs spread, she displayed her ass and open crotch to Pam. Pussyjuice frothed from between the swollen, blonde-furred pussylips. Cissy’s toes clutched and wiggled.
Pam’s eyes gaped. She’d never seen another girl’s cunt so wide-open and excited. She’d only seen her own cunt like this, when she spread her legs in front of a mirror and jerked off watching herself.
Jeff saw Pam looking between Cissy’s legs. “Does it look good, girl?”
Pam flushed, but kept her eyes on Cissy’s throbbing, juicing pussy.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes too, and cool off?” Jeff said. “You look really hot.”
Mechanically, without looking at Jeff, Pam undressed. Her mind was a mess of confusion, like radio static. As she peeled off her panties and felt Jeff’s eyes fall on her tits and pussy, on her smooth bare legs and naked feet, her cunt contracted with such an ache that she squeezed her legs together and groaned.
“That’a girl!” Jeff cried. “Now why don’t you get down between your girlfriend’s legs and check out her pussy. Take a real close look. Sniff it a little. Maybe you’ll wanna lick it.”
Pam’s vision blurred. Her head was swimming, her heart slamming. She’d never felt more naked and horny in her life. She squirmed down between Cissy’s legs, doing just as Jeff had suggested. The smell of Cissy’s smoldering pussy made her dizzy. The scent both repulsed and excited her. She sniffed harder, pushing her nose deeper between her girlfriend’s legs. Pussy-flesh seared her nose. With a groan of lust, Pam buried her face and mouth in Cissy’s gaping crotch.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Cissy moaned. Her ass wiggled and she rubbed her pussy in Pam’s face. Her lips smacked around Jeff’s cock. Pussyjuice spurted from her contracting cunt and dribbled like tart wine down Pam’s throat.
“Looks like I’ve picked myself up a pair of hungry schoolgirl chicks,” Jeff said. He pressed on Cissy’s head and worked his cock deeper into her throat. “Ahhh yeahhh!”
Cissy choked. She was breathing heavily through her nose, squirming facedown on the mattress, grinding her horny crotch in Pam’s face.
Pam growled, out of control, sucking on Cissy’s juicy cunt-gash. She hungered for the taste of the other girl, couldn’t get enough of the tart-sweet pussycream that kept oozing from Cissy’s contracting cunt.
Cissy’s clit twitched and squirmed against her tongue. Cissy’s swollen, searing-hot inner cuntlips throbbed against her lips. She stuck her tongue deep into Cissy’s clutching fuck-chamber, twisting it, licking out the tasty folds and crevices of Cissy’s succulent inner cunt.
Cissy squealed, writhing on the mattress, her throat stuffed with Jeff’s enormous cock. Even though Pam was sucking Cissy’s cunt, she couldn’t get Jeff’s cock out of her mind. She couldn’t believe a cock could be so huge, so veiny and red, so juicy and smelly and sexy. She envied Cissy.
She wanted to suck Jeff’s cock too!
“Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come!” Jeff grunted. “Oh, baby, take it!” His toes clutched, his loins bucked, and he drove his cock to the hilt down Cissy’s throat. “Uhhhhhh!”
Cissy gagged, gurgled, gulped and choked. She sounded as if she’d swallowed a fire hose. Her body shook. She squirmed. Suddenly, her cuntlips swelled and tightened and her pussy exploded in Pam’s face. She made whimpering sounds as she choked and spasmed and swallowed.
Pam found her mouth filled with a gush of hot juice, a tart, slick juice, the final mad spurt of pussy-lube from Cissy’s cunt as it exploded with pleasure. Pam guzzled the sweet girl-juice, sucking and gnawing on Cissy’s quivering, contracting cuntlips. She pressed on Cissy’s inner thighs, forcing her legs apart wider, forcing her own mouth deeper into Cissy’s cunt and sucking hungrily on the young girl’s succulent, spasming pussymeat. She listened with delight to Cissy’s squeals and gasps of ecstasy.
“Oh God, that was great!” Jeff sighed. He pushed Cissy’s head away and pulled his softening cock out of her mouth. “Real great! Just what I needed!”
Cissy licked at his cock moaning as the last flickers of orgasm pulsed through her cunt. Jeff milked his cock with his hand and squeezed the last thick drops of spunk out of his gaping piss hole, then wiped the slimy jizz-wad on Cissy’s nose. He squirmed away from Cissy as she tried to lick his cock some more.
Pam sat up, her nose and mouth wet with Cissy’s fuckjuices, a few blonde cunthairs stuck to her lips and chin. She turned her eyes away with embarrassment when she saw Jeff looking at her.
“Ain’t you the shy one!” he said to Pam. He was kneeling next to Cissy, stroking his floppy, half-hard cock. “I bet you ain’t shy about getting fucked, though. How about it, babe? All you gotta do is get this thing hard for me again and I’ll stick it between your legs.”
