Chapter 1

Cheryl Travis watched Brad Connor's ass rising and falling rhythmically as he fucked somebody. "Damn," she muttered. "I wanted to get him before classes started." She licked her lips as Brad's wet cock disappeared into Diane Watson's pussy.

"Why would you want him to do you?" Ron Thompson said. He slipped his hand down her bare back and squeezed her bottom. "I think I'm much better than he is."

"I haven't been with him in more than a month," Cheryl said. She knelt in front of Ron and took hold of his cock. "And we've done it once a week all year." She smiled as she licked the head of his cock. Ron was already stiff, and she could taste his pre-come already. She wasn't sure Ron was going to last long enough. That didn't matter, she'd only been after a quickie before Home Room.

"I think I'm ready," she murmured in his ear. She'd rubbed his cock against her tits—she loved the feel of male hardness against female softness—and lay back, spreading her legs.

Ron let himself get pulled down with her, and guided himself into her wet pussy. "I've always thought you had one of the tightest pussies in school," he said. "You're miles ahead of Diane Watson."

"You say the nicest things," Cheryl replied. She clamped her pussy muscles down on his cock. He got the hint, and began thrusting. She pushed her hips up to meet him, her breasts bouncing back and forth. She'd been thinking about Brad since she'd gotten out of bed that morning, and it had kept her in a constant state of arousal all the way to school. She wanted to run her fingers up his chest, grab his bottom, and hold him until he shot his load deep inside her. Oh well, she'd have a chance to get him later in the day.

She began to pant in time to his moves. He gave a little hitch at the end of each stroke. She responded by snapping her hips up at him. She ran her hands over his body, feeling his strength and power. She finally slid her hands up to his shoulders, staring up at his face.

His face had turned red, which it always did when he was about to come. He arched his back, driving his cock even deeper into her. Finally he thrust home, his teeth gritted, as his first spurts showered her insides with his essence. Pulse after pulse of his come bathed her insides.

It set her off, and she strained up into him as wave after wave of pleasure filled her. When she finally relaxed he had slumped across her, breathing hard, but grinning.

"God, you are so good," he said. He slipped his arms around her, and kissed her. They lay snuggled together for a bit, basking in the warm afterglow. Around them they could hear the other students as their own passions peaked, their cries mingling as load after hot load was pumped into hot, willing pussies.

Cheryl finally pushed him off, dropped another kiss on him, and got up. Ron ran his hand up her leg, but she shook her head to say she wasn't going to stay.

"Later?" he asked hopefully.

"Perhaps," she said. "We'll see."

He chuckled. "You always say 'No' so politely."

"Who knows?" she asked. "One of these days we may get together."

She looked around the room. Most couples seemed to be relaxing, though here and there she could see others still going at it. She really didn't want to fuck another boy just yet. She had Home Room, a term paper to work on, and her math homework. Reluctantly she got up and headed for the bathroom.

Unlike other schools, each bathroom at Claiborne High had a shower. She took a quick pee, and then stepped in to give herself a quick rinse. There was nothing so annoying as to be in a class, studying, and smelling like sex. It wasn't unknown at Claiborne, but it took your mind off of your studies.

The showers—and bathrooms—were also coeducational, and she smiled when a hard cock nudged her bottom, and a pair of male hands slid around her front and squeezed her breasts.

"Scrub me?" a male voice whispered in her ear.

Cheryl turned, letting the boy's hands slide around her waist and pulling her to him. It was Jim Sinclair, a short, stubby boy who never seemed to get enough. He was better endowed than most of the boys in school, and she guided his hands back to her tits.

"Is this stiff cock I feel mean you're happy to see me?" she murmured in his ear.

"Don't just leave it there in your hand," he said. "Let's put it somewhere useful."

"Be glad to." Cheryl turned around, leaning against the shower wall, and guiding his cock into her heated pussy.

Jim put his hands on her hips and thrust forward instinctively. Cheryl moaned at the sudden intrusion, and her free hand dropped to her clit. She rubbed while he tried to see how much of his cock he could get inside her.

He lasted and lasted, and finally slid his hands up to her tits. He squeezed their softness, and rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. That sent Cheryl into a squealing orgasm, her pussy snapping repeatedly around his cock. That set him off, and he shuddered through a teeth-baring orgasm.

They finally finished their shower, and after drying off shared a final kiss before going on their way. She felt a little tired—two guys and it wasn't even Home Room yet!—but she also felt ready to take on the world ... or Sophomore Trig, which was her first class of the day.

After taking roll and reading the Morning Announcements, Mrs. Davidson released them to their first class. Cheryl smiled when she saw the teacher pull one of the boys out of the stream of students. Mrs. Davidson's nipples were hard, and it was obvious she wanted some cock before her first class.

Trig was too much of a brain killer for any of the students to fool around. As a result Cheryl was feeling quite an itch between her legs when she got to her desk in Composition. Her partner was Clint Malone. She glanced at his cock as he sat down.

"Your poor thing looks tired."

"It had quite a workout this morning."

She ran her hand along the inside of his thigh, not quite touching his cock. "Well, let's hope there's a little left for me."

"Your tits look good enough to eat."

"Is that a promise?"

"I hope so. After class?"

"Of course."

The teacher, Mr. Samuelson, rapped the desk with his knuckles, just like he always did. When he walked around the desk to stand in front of the class, his cock—it looked wet and red from use—swayed back and forth.

"We have a lot of essays to comment on," he said. He pointed at Suzy Peters, a pert little brunette who wore her long hair in a pony tail. "Start in, Suzy."

They took turns commenting on Suzy's essay, and then reading their own work. Mr. Samuelson corrected some of the things they'd done. Cheryl covered her essay with notes. She glanced at Jim's; he'd done the same thing. She was distracted by his cock. It was longer than when she'd sat down.

They had 30 minutes between classes, more than enough time to retire to one of the alcoves in the hall. Jim applied himself vigorously, and made her come twice. At her insistence he pulled out at the last moment, coming all over her face and tits.

"There's enough here I may not need lunch," she kidded as they got up. She could feel his come trickling down her face. She scooped some of it up with her fingers, and licked it slowly. "Tastes good, too."

"I thought you'd want me to come in you," Jim said.

"Seeing you come on my tits was a big turn-on," she replied. She scooped up more of his offering as they walked down the hall. "It's a girl thing."

"I guess so." He held the door to the restroom for her, and washed her pussy for her when they got into the shower. She, in turn, made sure his cock was clean.

German was next—her last class before lunch—but her partner was another girl, Sandy O'Neil. Sandy was like the other girls in school, she enjoyed the occasional time with another girl. She was feeling frisky, but admitted that at the moment she'd rather have a guy.

"I want some hardness where it'll do me the most good," she said. She cupped the curve of Cheryl's bottom. "But if you insist..."

"I've got dibs on Mr. Harrison after class," she whispered in Sandy's ear. She squeezed the girl's tit. "But maybe we could take a rain check?"

"Sounds good." Sandy stared at Mr. Harrison. "What's he like?"

"Thick and long."

"Um, sounds like I'll need some personal coaching."

After class Cheryl sighed happily as Mr. Harrison's cock parted the lips of her pussy. She was leaning over the desk as they did it doggy style, one of her favorite positions. Guys seemed to get deeper in her when they did it that way, and she bucked back against him while he put it to her. By the time he finally came she'd collapsed across the desk, totally blissed out by three orgasms in a row. He filled her tight little pussy with his cream, and almost collapsed on top of her.

After a quick shower—this time there wasn't anyone to help her—she hurried to the cafeteria. Her boyfriend Shawn was waiting for her by the door to the courtyard. After grabbing something she could take outside, she joined him. She spread a towel under a tree, and leaned against him as they ate.

"So how are classes today?" he asked.

She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Pretty good. How about you?"

"They're okay, just like normal."

He smelled faintly of soap and water which meant he'd probably been just as active as he was. She idly wondered who he'd been with, and then dismissed the thought. You didn't really keep track. You got the hots for someone, you got it on, you got it off, and you went on your way.

"What are you thinking about?" Shawn asked after a bit.

"School," she said. "What about you?"

"I've been thinking about how glad I am I came here. I'd hate going to a regular school."

"Me, too. So what project are you going to do for History? I was thinking we might work on it together. We should have time later today."

"We'll have plenty of time if we don't indulge in the usual hanky-panky," he laughed.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "You take all of the fun out of things."

"Just being realistic. I was thinking of something from Ancient Civ. I haven't made up my mind what, though. Any ideas?"

"Um, maybe." She gave him a couple of topics, he gave her one or two back, and they spent the rest of the lunch hour figuring out which one they could do.

Cheryl brushed the crumbs from her lap and got up. It was a blustery, snowy day outside, typical of the winter storms that hit them every year. The clear roof over the courtyard was closed, though, keeping the heat in, and letting people sunbathe if they wanted to. There were several people doing that, though there were couples who were screwing, too.

She helped Shawn collect their lunch things, and they went back inside. They found a place that wasn't being used, and she sucked him to completion, swallowing his spurts as fast as he could produce them. Then he pushed her over onto her back and ate her until she closed her legs in self-defense.

"I'd say let's do it, but I'm a little tender down there," she said when she could finally think.

"And I'm not sure I could get it up right now," he replied. "You really drained me."

"We might have time later this afternoon," she said. "We both have a late bus." She caressed his face, and smiled. There was something about him, something she couldn't put her fingers on, that just drove her out of her mind when they screwed. She hadn't found it with any other boy. She liked everything about him, from his height—just a few inches taller than hers—his lean face, his brown hair that was like hers, to the way his cock twisted slightly to the left when it was limp—it stood straight when it was hard—and the way his balls hung.

They parted with a chaste kiss. He was on his way to Physics, she had Chemistry. That was one of the things about this school. They worked your academic tails off. Everyone was in advanced classes. Students in other high schools might get to chemistry in their junior year, she was taking the equivalent of College Chemistry 101 in her Sophomore year. And if she stayed on the track, she could take the rest of her college chemistry, the equivalent of 100 and 200 level Chem courses, the rest of her stay at Claiborne.