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The next day in school, Jenny couldn't keep her mind on her work. The throbbing in her loins and the itch between her legs wouldn't quit. It was the way she used to feel when she hadn't masturbated for weeks. Now she was feeling that way even though she'd come several times yesterday. The problem was, she kept thinking about Skip and his big cock, and his hot, wet tongue. Every time she remembered the feel of his tongue wiggling inside her cunt, or up her asshole, she nearly jumped out of her skin with excitement. She didn't see how she was going to make it through the day without going crazy.
In physics class, which she always found unbearably dull, she crossed her bare legs under her skirt and started squeezing her thighs together, working her slick pussy-lips against each other, massaging her clit with the muscles of her cunt. She'd sworn that never in a million years would she ever masturbate in the classroom--as she'd so often observed other girls doing--but today it was either jack off in class or start screaming.
The physics classroom had double desks, which looked like tables, rather than single desks, and Jenny's desk was in the last row, in the corner. Her desk partner, Tricia Blake, a dizzy little ninny who chewed gum incessantly, noticed Jenny squeezing her legs together and gave Jenny a wicked smirk, which Jenny tried to ignore. Tricia knew very well what Jenny was doing, for Jenny had seen Tricia do the same thing many times before.
Tricia leaned toward Jenny. "How's it feel?"
Jenny turned red, but said nothing. If she hadn't been so unbearably horny, she'd have stopped masturbating immediately, but she couldn't stop. All she wanted to do was to get off so she could recover her sanity.
Jenny's breathing became heavier and more rapid, and she prayed that the whole classroom full of students wouldn't hear her and turn around to look at her. If Mr. Phelps the physics teacher spotted her, she'd throw herself out the window. She had to be out of her mind doing this, but she couldn't help herself.
"Feels good," Tricia whispered. "Don't it?"
The dizzy little bitch reached over and started stroking Jenny's lower back.
Jenny glared at Tricia, but she didn't push Tricia's hand away. The other girl's hand on her back felt good. She glanced down at Tricia's legs and saw that Tricia had crossed her own legs and was squeezing them together. Tricia's face was flushed, her eyes half closed as she reveled in her girlish pleasure.
For a moment, Jenny felt like slugging the other girl. How dare she! But a moment later, Jenny's excitement soared. There was something ultra-exciting about the two of them masturbating together, both of them pleasuring their teen pussies in the same way. She heard Tricia breathing deeper, saw Tricia's blue eyes glaze over as her pleasure increased.
Jenny was sopping wet between the legs. Pussy cream bubbled out between her cunt-lips like hot spit, drenching the crotch of her panties. The musky-sweet aroma of teen pussy rose in the air. Jenny was sure that Tricia was juicing just as much as she was.
"I'm gonna come!" Tricia whispered, and her eyes rolled back to white slits. A shiver went through her and her body jerked gently and rhythmically.
Jenny shimmied her thighs together in a last burst of masturbatory excitement. The fuck itch saturated her loins and the tension burst. Jenny clawed the desktop, trying to keep from toppling out of her seat as the spasms gnawed repeatedly through her cunt and nearly made her moan out loud.
After several seconds, a wave of relaxation flowed through her and she sighed. The boy in the seat in front of her glanced over his shoulder at her curiously and she stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out at her and turned forward again.
"How was it?" Tricia whispered, but still Jenny ignored her. "Mine was heaven! Almost as good as a fuck!"
Jenny sighed and pretended to be interested in the equation Mr. Phelps was writing on the blackboard.
By the time gymnastics practice rolled around after school, Jenny was going out of her mind again. If anything, she felt even hornier than before she'd jacked off in physics class. As she dressed in the locker room, a few drops of pussy-juice trickled down the insides of her thighs. Out in the gym, she stumbled and tripped and fell repeatedly because her timing was all off. She couldn't concentrate on doing flips and somersaults. She fell off the balance beam so many times that Coach Peters focused all his attention on her, which made her twice as nervous and uncoordinated. He caught her when she fell, always sliding a hand between her legs for a moment and holding her by the crotch. He did this with all the girls when he caught them, and Jenny was used to feeling his hand between her legs, but today she was embarrassed because the crotch of her gymnastics outfit was all wet.
"Jenny, honey, your mind seems to be on anything but gymnastics today," the coach said. He had his arm around her shoulder.
"I'm not feeling too well," Jenny said. "I think maybe I should go home."
"Would you like to lie down in my office for a while? See if you feel any better after a rest?"
"I don't think so," Jenny said. "I'd better go home."
"All right, sweetheart. I hope you're not coming down with something. We have a meet next week, you know."
Jenny undressed quickly in the locker room. Without bothering to shower, she dressed again and grabbed her books. She left the locker room by the rear exit and walked down the deserted north-basement hallway, heading for a rear exit that was rarely used. Coach Peter's office was the only room off this hallway, and Jenny had to pass by it on her way out. As she was passing his office, she heard a girl's giggle behind the closed office door.
Jenny stopped to listen, curious about who was in the coach's office. She heard the girl's giggle again, then Coach Peter's deep-voiced laugh, a laugh Jenny would have recognized anywhere. Jenny wondered if the girl had been injured. The coach often took girls down to his office if they got injured. The girl certainly didn't sound injured. She sounded downright giddy. Jenny put her ear to the door.
"Yeah!" the coach said. "Yeah! Yeahhh!"
The girl had stopped giggling. Jenny heard rhythmic movements of some kind, then thought she heard the girl gag.
"Suck it!" the coach groaned. "Suck every inch!"
Jenny started to sweat. Her heart pounded and she began to feel faint. Although she wasn't exactly sure what was happening in the coach's office, she knew it was something sexual. One of Jenny's teammates on the gymnastics team was having sex with the coach. She couldn't believe it!
Suddenly, the coach grunted. "I'm coming! Drink it! Swallow every drop!"
The girl sounded as if she were choking to death. The coach grunted repeatedly like a bull. Jenny thought she was going to faint with excitement and fear. What if the coach caught her eavesdropping? What if he suddenly yanked open the door and saw her standing there?
There was a commotion in the office, as if a desk was being moved, and Jenny pulled away from the door and fled down the hallway and out of the school building as quickly and quietly as she could.
She arrived home in what seemed like minutes. She'd been so absorbed in thoughts, so lost in the whirling commotion of her mind that she'd walked home mechanically, zombie-like, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. It was only when she nearly bumped into the car parked in the driveway that she came out of her trance.
It was Barb's car. What in the heck was Barb doing here? Checking up on her and Skip? Trying still to be a baby-sitter?
Wouldn't that woman ever leave her and Skip alone? Was Barb going to ruin their vacation from their parents by bugging the heck out of them everyday, calling them and even coming over to snoop on them? You'd think they were still kids, for godsake, the way Barb was treating them!
Jenny decided she was going to have a talk with Barb. And if need be, she was going to tell Barb off.
The front door of the house was locked. Strange. Skip didn't have practice this afternoon and should be home from school. And if Barb was here, too, then why was the door locked?
Jenny let herself in, dropped her books on the living room couch, kicked off her shoes, and went to the kitchen, where she expected Skip to be having a snack. The kitchen was deserted.
Next she checked the workout room in the basement. Nobody in sight. That left only the upstairs. What could Barb and Skip be doing up there? Unless Barb was helping Skip with his homework or something in his bedroom.
Jenny padded barefoot up the carpeted stairs and turned down the hall. Immediately, she heard voices coming from Skip's bedroom. She moved slowly down the shadowy hallway, listening.
Barb was giggling. Barb was panting and gasping. Skip was grunting and growling. Something kept knocking rhythmically against the wall.
Skip's bedroom door was wide open. Frowning, Jenny peered from the darkened hallway into the bedroom.
Barb lay face-up on Skip's unmade bed, her naked legs wrapped around Skip's thrusting loins, her toes clutching with each ramming of the boy's cock into her pussy. Both Barb and Slap were stark naked. The boy's thrusts were so powerful that the bed banged repeatedly against the wall.
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