asscheeks and began licking out Jenny's asshole.
Jenny sighed, enjoying the feel of Barb's tongue in her well-stretched pucker. Barb growled, licking and sucking until she'd cleaned all of Skip's cum out of Jenny's twitching asshole.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day in school, everything and everybody looked different to Jenny. It was as if she was seeing everybody for the first time. She found herself eyeing all the boys, wondering what their cocks looked like, if they were near as big as Skip, wondering how many of them had fucked girls. She looked at each girl who passed her, wondering if the girl had been fucked, wondering how many girls had been fucked up the ass, or how many had been fucked by their brothers, or how many girls had been fucked up the ass by their brothers wonderfully huge cocks. She felt like announcing that she was no longer a virgin, that she'd been fucked by her brother, that she was ready to fuck almost any boy who would shove his hard cock between her legs.
In physics class, Jenny actually spoke to her deskmate, Tricia Blake, something she usually avoided whenever possible.
'How's it going?' Jenny said before class.
'Real good,' Tricia said, chewing her gum and giving Jenny a seductive wink.
During class, the two girls again jerked off as they had yesterday, by squeezing their legs together under their skirts. Today's jack off was better than yesterday's, however, because today Jenny wasn't wearing panties under her skirt, which made the feeling that much better. And today Jenny shamelessly watched Tricia's every move and facial expression, which turned her on even more.
After class, Tricia leaned toward Jenny and said under her breath, 'Follow me. We'll have some more fun.'
Since it was Jenny's free period, during which she usually went to the school library to study, Jenny said what the heck and followed. Tricia led Jenny past the cafeteria in the school basement to the girls' restroom. Tricia grabbed Jenny's hand and pulled Jenny into the corner toilet stall.
Tricia bolted the door. She wrapped her arms around Jenny's neck, pressed up against Jenny, and started kissing Jenny on the mouth. Tricia's mouth tasted like bubble gum.
Jenny pulled her head back. 'Spit out your gum.'
Tricia spit the gum in the toilet and smiled. 'That better?'
Then she hugged Jenny fiercely and started kissing again, working her tongue between Jenny's lips and into her mouth. Her hand went up under Jenny's skirt and started playing with Jenny's pussy.
Jenny trembled, somewhat surprised by what was happening, but not really shocked. After what had happened yesterday with Skip and Barb, she didn't think anything would ever shock her again. She reached up under Tricia's skirt to rub Tricia's pussy. Tricia wasn't wearing panties either, and discovering that thrilled Jenny. Her hand trembled, sliding in the other girl's fuck-juices.
Jenny broke their kiss. 'Have you ever been fucked?'
'Of course,' Tricia said. 'Hundreds of times.'
'By who?'
'By about every foxy guy I can get my hands on,' Tricia said. 'What about you?'
'Same here,' Jenny lied. 'Hundreds of times. Hundreds of guys.'
'I thought so,' Tricia said. 'You being a gymnast and a cheerleader and all. You can get any guy in school.' She slipped a finger up Jenny's cunt and started working it in and out. 'You've got a tight pussy.'
Jenny panted, the fuck-juices pouring out of her cunt and running down her legs.
'You sure are juicy,' Tricia said. 'You sure you're not peeing?'
'Does it feel like pee?' Jenny said, and she stuck one of her own fingers up Tricia's cunt.
Tricia moaned, her eyes rolling. 'Feels so good!'
The two girls kissed, tonguing each other's mouth, finger-fucking each other's pussy. Fuck cream dribbled from both their cunts, trickling down the insides of their thighs like warm, melted butter. Both girls panted, their tits rising and falling rapidly. As they made out, they kicked off their shoes and stood barefoot on the cool tile of the restroom floor, their hot toes playing with each other's feet.
'I'd like to see you get fucked sometime,' Tricia said. 'I really get off on seeing other girls get fucked.'
'I'd like to see you get fucked,' Jenny said. 'I'd like to see you get fucked up the asshole.'
'I never knew you were such a dirty-mouthed bitch,' Tricia said, leering into Jenny's face. 'I like you.'
'I like you,' Jenny said, her hand pounding between Tricia's legs, her finger ramming Tricia's contracting cunt.
'Ooooh, Jenny, I'm gonna come!' Tricia gasped, her eyes rolling back.
'Me too!' Jenny moaned, her excitement surging to a head as she watched the expression of ecstasy in Tricia's eyes.
'Eeeeeh!' Tricia squealed, her pussy exploding around Jenny's finger. And Jenny exploded with her, her own pussy chewing up Tricia's finger.
The two girls kissed passionately, their loins pulsing with spasms, their bare toes clawing each other's feet, fuck-juices running down their legs. They swayed deliriously, clinging to each other, supporting each other.
Tricia pulled her dripping hand out from between Jenny's legs and started licking off the tart-sweet girl- juice.
'I swear, you squirt when you come,' Tricia said.
'Most of the time,' Jenny said with a smile. She licked Tricia's cunt juice off her own hand. The taste was delicious, sweeter than the taste of Barb's pussy.
'I wish I could squirt when I come,' Tricia said. 'I bet it drives the guys nuts when you squirt on their cocks or in their mouths.'
'Yeah,' Jenny said, and for a moment she actually believed she'd had sex with hundreds of guys instead of with only one. 'They go nuts.'
'Come on over to my house after school and I'll suck you off,' Tricia said.
'Can't,' Jenny said. 'I got gymnastics practice. I'll take a rain check, though.'
'Anytime,' Tricia said. 'I wanna feel you squirt against my tongue.' She pulled a fresh stick of bubble gum out of her purse and popped it in her mouth. 'I'd better get to study hall or they'll think I skipped out.'
CHAPTER TEN
In gymnastics class, Jenny found herself eyeing the coach. She'd never paid much attention to him in the past. Until yesterday, in fact, her mind had always been on her gymnastics during practice. She'd been aware of the coach more as a disembodied voice than as a living, breathing man. Today she was very aware of the coach being a man, so very aware that she stumbled through her exercises more or less in a daze.
'Still feeling a bit under the weather?' the coach asked.
He was sticking close to her today, paying more attention to her than any of the other girls. And when he caught her on some of her clumsy dismounts, his hand pressing between her legs lingered longer than usual.
'I'm all right,' Jenny said, blushing. 'Just a little weak yet, that's all.'
'Maybe you should go down to my office and relax a while. I've got a cot down there you can rest on.'
'Maybe I should,' Jenny said, blushing even more.
A few minutes later, Jenny found herself alone in the coach's office. Funny, but she'd never been in here before. Dozens of photographs, some framed, some clippings from newspapers, were mounted on the walls. All were pictures of girl gymnasts, some schoolgirls, some Olympic champions. Hundreds of willowy young bodies, slim, shapely legs, bare feet and pointed toes adorned the walls. The coach was in a lot of the pictures, his arms around the girls' shoulders, his mouth pressed to victorious young cheeks.
A small cot lay along one wall of the small office. A desk, cluttered with papers, took up the middle of the
