Chapter 8

In school the next morning, Pam noticed that a lot of the boys in her classes and in the hallways between classes were giving her funny looks, smirking grins, suggestive winks, as if they could tell she was no longer a virgin. Instead of giving them the cold shoulder, as she usually did, as she'd been doing all through her school career, instead of scowling back at them and turning away in disgust, as had been her habit, today Pam returned their lurid stares with a once-over look of her own. Her eyes lingered on the bulges in their jeans, some of which throbbed visibly as her eyes moved across them like caressing fingers.

How do they know? Pam wondered. Some how they know I'm different than I was last Friday. Somehow they can sense I've been fucked and now they want to fuck me too.

"They've always wanted to fuck us," Cissy said over the table at lunch.

The two girls were seated at a table by themselves in the most secluded corner of the lunchroom.

"Not so loud," Pam said, looking around to see if anybody had heard Cissy.

"You just never noticed them," Cissy said. "But I have. They've always looked at me that way. If we wanted, we could get fucked by every one of them."

"Somehow, it just seems they can tell," Pam said, ignoring Cissy's suggestive grin. "It's like they can read our minds or something. I tell you, they know we've been fucked."

"Maybe we're walking funny today," Cissy said. "I'm still sore as heck from Jeff's torpedoing."

"You always walk funny," said Pam. "And I'm not walking any different than usual."

Cissy's mouth dropped open and she dropped her fork. She was staring across the lunchroom. "Look over there!"

"Where?"

"Over there," Cissy said. "Way over there by the milk machine. The kid with the red hair. That's Jack, the one I sucked off yesterday in the bushes."

Pam squinted, unable to make out the boy's face clearly. Although she hated to admit it, the boy did look vaguely familiar. And he was looking toward her and Cissy. In fact, all the boys at the redhead's table were looking cross the lunchroom at her and Cissy.

"I told you they were looking at us funny," Pam said. "That punk's squealed and by now the whole school knows about what we did in the park. What are we gonna do?"

"You always get worried about nothing," Cissy said. She popped a French fry in her mouth. Grease ran down her chin as she chewed, gazing across the lunchroom at the redhead's table. "This could be our great opportunity."

Pam was studying in the school library during her free period when a tall, husky boy sat down across the study table from her. He was chewing gum, and although she kept her eyes on her book, she could tell he was staring at her. He wrote something in his notebook, ripped off part of the notebook page, and shoved the scrap of paper across the table at Pam.

Pam didn't touch the paper, but she could see what he'd written on it. He wanted her to suck his cock.

Pam flushed. She glanced around, sure everybody in the library knew what the nerd had written on the scrap of paper. To her surprise, nobody was looking at either her or the boy. Not even the hawk-eyed school librarian seemed to have noticed.

"Come on!" the young man whispered. "It's a big sweet thing, and my balls are gonna bust!"

He nudged her foot with his under the table. She looked at him. He was red-faced and was giving her a silly, slightly embarrassed expression. He was one of the school football players, and not all that bad looking.

"It's big," he whispered. "And it's hot; and it's all yours."

Pam squeezed her bare legs together under her skirt. She was greasy and hot between the pussylips. Even though she'd spent the night jerking off, having one orgasm after another, today she was hornier than ever. She'd been constantly horny ever since Saturday afternoon in Jeff's van, and it seemed that the more she came the hornier she got. She gazed at the big, husky football player across the table from her, salivating as she tried to imagine what his cock looked like, what it would feel like between her lips, what it would taste like.

He smiled in a way that showed that he knew Pam was willing.

"I'll meet you outside in the hall," he whispered, and got up from his chair.

A few minutes later, Pam's rubbery legs carried her into the hallway where the football player was waiting for her He was down at the drinking fountain and when he saw her he motioned to her with a nod of his head. She moved toward him in a trance, her swollen tits heaving under her blouse, her heart pounding so wildly she could hardly hear herself think.

"I hear you give great head," the boy muttered softly. "Come on."

He put his arm around Pam and guided her down the hallway.

Pam was too dazed to worry about where the boy was taking her. They went up some stairs, through a back hallway, down a back stairwell, down another hallway, and finally through a door into a small room. After switching on the light, the boy locked the door behind them.

The room smelled of detergents and cleaning fluids. Mops and buckets stood in the corners. A utility sink stood against one wall.

The boy grabbed Pam's tits, squeezing them through her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Man, what tits!" He unbuttoned her blouse so fast that one of her buttons popped off and clicked on the concrete floor.

Pam was panting as if she'd just finished a sprint. "Take it easy!"

The boy yanked the blouse off her shoulders, baring her tits. He pulled it off her arms, leaving her topless. His sweaty paws fell on her tits. Her nipples slid between his fingers. Pam gasped, her cunt contracting. The boy leaned over and started sucking on her nipples and Pam almost came.

"Oh God! Oh stop!"

Pam tried to squirm away, but the boy held her fast, his lips smacking around her tits, his tongue slurping at her nipples.

He sucked up mouthfuls of tit-flesh and gnawed on it, growling like a dog.

Pam's eyes nearly popped out. She squeezed her legs together, working her pussylips against each other frantically. Pussycream oozed from between her swollen, throbbing cuntlips and trickled from under her panties down the insides of her naked thighs.

The boy thrust his hand up under her skirt and panties, groping at her crotch. He kneaded her furry cunt, slid a finger between her cuntlips, forced his finger up her fuckhole.

"Ohhhhh God!" Pam whined, going out of her mind as the husky football player sucked her tits and fingerfucked her. Her toes curled in her shoes. She squirmed with each wiggle of his thick finger in her crotch.

The boy pulled his finger out of her and inspected it, watching Pam's sap-like pussy-cream drip from it. He sniffed his finger, then thrust it into his mouth, sucking it clean.

"Ain't nothing like the taste of a hot, sweet pussy," he growled.

He pulled off his T-shirt; revealing a torso as solid and muscular as Jeff's or Derek's. He undid his jeans and yanked them off along with his leather athletic shoes. He wore neither underwear nor socks, so he straightened up stark naked, his enormous cock throbbing and dripping. His prick was uncut, like Jeff's, and he had a cock just as large.