Stuck in the Middle with You: Part 2

Chapter 4

Alan's classes seemed to drag on interminably, until his fourth-period class taught by Ms. Rhymer. Lately, it seemed he had sex on the brain all the time. He mostly tried to hide those feelings, but they'd been increasing all morning, ever since he got to school, so by the time he had her class he already felt like he was at some kind of breaking point.

He hadn't consciously realized it, but he'd been directing his sexual energies at her during class for the last few days. Part of it was that he had a beautiful teacher whom he could stare at and fantasize about. But another part was that he was so good at the history material that he knew he could afford to space out during class, using the time to try and process all the wild things that had been happening to him lately. And since those things were sexual, all that pondering kept his libido in high gear, and thus his sexual energies stayed targeted on her like a laser beam, with him barely able to take his eyes off her during class.

He was like that again today, only even more so, since he was in a particularly aroused mood. In fact, he was already sporting an erection when he walked into class. That was no big surprise, given what had happened between him and her yesterday after school. For the first time, he felt like he had a serious chance to make his dreams about her come true.

Ms. Rhymer had been watching for his entrance. She noticed right away that his penis was erect, even though he was attempting to strategically cover his crotch with the textbook they were about to use.

She was already feeling horny and naughty, because she had been thinking about what had happened yesterday as much or more than he was. She wasn't ready to let him masturbate in private in her classroom today, since she felt she needed to step back and take some time out before things spiraled out of control. But she was eagerly looking forward to another class of him staring intensely at her.

So, before he could take a seat and while the other students were still shuffling in, she asked him a question, causing him to come near her where she stood at the front of the class.

The question was just an excuse to get him there. What she really wanted was to check out his hefty erection straining against his shorts from up close. So she asked if she could look up something in his textbook related to the question she'd just asked him.

Alan was stuck; there was no good excuse not to hand her the textbook. So he did, but then he tried to strike a casual pose that left his hands over his crotch, attempting to hide the bulge there.

It didn't work. In fact, it looked downright unnatural, especially since he was shifting and glancing about as if he were guilty about something. Since he was facing her, she was the only one in class able to see his obscene bulge, at least for now.

She was secretly very delighted, especially since his hands failed to completely cover his bulge. Oh, wow! He's really well-hung! Not that I didn't know that already, especially after yesterday, but it's good to be reminded! She chuckled in her mind while keeping a straight face for her other students. I love it! I can only imagine the kind of fun Suzanne Pestridge must be having with THAT! Actually, I don't have to imagine, since he told me in such vivid detail. Lucky bitch!

But then the shoe was on the other foot, because she stared so long and hard that Alan realized she was gawking at his crotch with obvious lust.

She turned away and blushed, as did he. It was hard to say who felt more embarrassed. She couldn't believe the risky behavior she'd just done in front of all her students. Fortunately for her and Alan, class hadn't started yet, and seeing the two of them talking together before or after class was a very common sight, so none of the students had paid any particular attention. Otherwise they probably would have wondered what all the blushing was about.

Alan retrieved his textbook and carefully held it over his crotch before turning around. Then he hurried to the safety of his front-row seat. Once he was seated, he didn't have to worry nearly as much about his hard-on being so visible.

But that was just the beginning of a very strange class period for both of them.

Alan tried to put what had just happened out of his mind and think about other things, but since everything interesting that had happened to him lately related to sex, his arousal just continued to grow and grow the more he tried to think of anyone but Ms. Rhymer.

Let's just forget what happened with her yesterday, and what might happen with her again tomorrow, or soon. After all, I'm gonna have sex with Sis today! I'm actually going to fuck my own sister! And Kim's gonna be there to boot! In fact, in almost exactly one hour, I'll get to see both of them during lunch. Who knows what'll happen as some kind of dick-stiffening appetizer? Things are so crazy! How am I supposed to sit still?

And Mom! Oh my God! Mom! And Aunt Suzy! Whew! It burns my eyeballs just thinking about looking at her hot body. But Mom's a total busty babe too. And Aims! Cute, innocent, but oh so stacked and luscious Aims! I'm too lucky for words. Everything seems to be happening at once. All my dreams are coming true!

He found himself staring intently at his teacher. Well, except for Christine. And my favorite teacher. Let's face it, both of them are way out of my league. The only reason I've had such success at home is because of the deep love we've shared through the years. And Kim is kind of an accidental side-effect of that, since I got together with her through Sis.

Although ... after what happened yesterday after school, anything is possible with Ms. Rhymer, isn't it?! She's totally hot for me! I saw that look of wanton, undisguised lust in her eyes last night. And that wasn't a freak event. I mean, I swear she was looking at my crotch just now like a starving dog staring at a big raw steak! WOW!

But so what? She's only human. I must have made quite a spectacle with my dick practically ripping through my shorts a minute ago. How could she have NOT stared? I might as well have strolled in here naked from the waist down, it was so damn obvious.

As for what happened yesterday, that's kind of my fault. She was making a kind offer to help by giving me a private place to do my thing at school, and I deliberately misunderstood and whipped my dick out, right then and there! I don't know what got into me. I guess I was just that horny!

She's got to know I have a major crush on her. She MUST know. Especially after yesterday! I stroked myself while talking about Aunt Suzy, but the whole time what really turned me on beyond reason was the fact that she was there, and watching!

However, I can't get carried away with all this hopeful thinking. She's a teacher, and she's made VERY clear that she can never touch me in a sexual manner! Besides, she's got a serious boyfriend her own age. And what would she see in me anyway? I'm just a lowly nerdy student taking part in a bizarre medical treatment.

And yet, something special happened yesterday. It's like we've crossed some point of no return. The sparks were flying, and they still are! I mean, look at how she's staring at me right now. It's like the rest of the class isn't here and she's talking just to me. And despite that, I'm not even paying attention to her lecture because I'm so darn horny!

Indeed, Ms. Rhymer was staring at him nearly non-stop with vaguely-formed lust. Since she'd watched him masturbate yesterday, it was as if she could see right through his shorts. It was all she could do not to ostentatiously lick her lips as she stared at his crotch with laser-like intensity.

Luckily, since he was one of the smartest students in the class, having her look his way wasn't so unusual. In fact, sometimes when she was covering boring material it seemed like he was the only one paying attention. Also, she was probably fortunate that she couldn't devote as much thought or attention to him as she wanted to today, because she had to keep her mind on lecturing.

That changed later, when it was time for several students to give five-minute oral presentations about essays they were writing as a class assignment. Ms. Rhymer tried her hardest to pay close attention so she could grade their presentations, but from time to time she found herself drifting into a lustful daydream about Alan. As soon as she realized this, however, she focused back on the presentations.

Yesterday was a big mistake. My feelings for him have been growing in a very inappropriate direction for days now, I guess ever since I learned about that bizarre medical treatment of his. But yesterday, it's like something snapped in me! I can't stop thinking about his cock! Sure, I've known for some time that he's pretty well endowed, since he has a long history of getting excited around me, but I didn't think he was THAT endowed! Maybe he's had a late growth spurt down there? Damn! It's like the image of him jacking off is permanently burned on my retinas. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I can't think, and I certainly can't teach. I'm a total mess!

Then, he has to come in my class today with that huge club swinging between his legs. As if I wasn't obsessed enough already! And the way his eyes have been devouring me ever since class began ... I feel like I'm burning up! It's hard not to conclude that I'm the one who's making him like that!

What I wouldn't give not to be his teacher! If only I were another student, I could take him to some private spot, drop to my knees, whip out that raging beast, and show him what a real blowjob is! And that's just for starters! A stud like him, he'd be hard again in minutes, if he ever even goes flaccid in the first place. Then he'd fuck me into oblivion! Into infinity! Make me see stars! Make me scream your name until my voice is hoarse!

She realized that she'd been staring dreamily into space. Luckily, one of the students was still in the middle of their oral presentation. Fuck! She snapped her attention back to the speaking student. Fantasies are all well and good, but they have no place in the classroom. That's disrespectful to the other students.

She tried hard to concentrate on the presentations, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Already, her pussy was so wet in her panties that she worried the students would smell her. Luckily, she'd anticipated that problem, and she'd doused her classroom with air freshener just before her fourth-period class began. She'd also brought not one but two extra pairs of panties. But it embarrassed her that she had to make such preparations.

Typically, Alan's penis didn't remain hard all through his history class; it would go flaccid from time to time due to various short distractions. But today it seemed like his erection wouldn't go down at all, probably due to the double whammy memory of masturbating in front of Ms. Rhymer yesterday and his great anticipation about having sex with his sister later today. Plus, he was fairly certain Ms. Rhymer would let him masturbate for her in the near future, possibly as soon as tomorrow, and he couldn't stop thinking about the delightful possibilities.

I know she's my teacher, but come on. If I start masturbating in front of her on a regular basis, isn't it just a matter of time before we get it on? How could we not?! Jesus Christ! One thing I learned yesterday is that fortune DOES favor the brave. What if, next time, I just take her hand in mine and then guide it to my dick? Gaawwwd! That would be so awesome! Before long, Surfer Girl would be bobbing on me, like a pro! And you know she'd be great. She may not be as curvy as Mom or Aunt Suzy, but there's a lusty fire burning in her eyes. She's gotta be a total tigress in bed!

As a result of such powerfully arousing thoughts, halfway through the other student presentations, his penis began to hurt. It was a genuine case of blue balls, almost an "if your erection lasts more than four hours, seek medical attention" kind of situation.

His agony was only heightened when, via the reflection in a window, he noticed that his teacher was staring at him again, or so it seemed, and now even more wantonly since she thought he couldn't see her doing it. Man! What's up with that?! There's that lusty fire again, because she's looking at ME! Fuck! She's gonna give me a heart attack! I almost wish she'd stop, because it's too reckless. Certainly, it'll only be a matter of time before the other students figure out something is up.

She totally has the hots for me! I need to strike while the pussy's hot, so to speak. If I kiss her lips when she's like that, would she stop me? I think not! But is it fair to her? That's the problem. It's her job on the line, not mine. It wouldn't feel right to push her into starting something. If she wants me, she needs to make the first move.

Chapter 5

Ms. Rhymer had a short quiz planned near the end of class. Even during the student presentations, she only let herself consciously indulge in her lusty thoughts about Alan a little bit here and there, since she was a good teacher and she had to judge the quality of the presentations. (Although, subconsciously, her erotic fire kept burning.) But now that a quiz was taking place, she had nothing to do except sit there and keep an eye out for cheating.

As a result, she let her thoughts about Alan run wild some more. Let's put this together. Alan is a very well-endowed young man. It's not so much the length, which is nice, as it is the girth. That's more important to making a woman feel good anyway. More importantly, he has a new attitude. He's suddenly overflowing with sexual confidence. It's so sexy! When he looks at me, it's like he's seducing me with his eyes! And, he has to climax six times a day! Six! Every single damn day. Not many guys could keep that pace, even if required to by medical necessity. Apparently, he's devoting most of that sexual energy to Suzanne Pestridge.

Hee-hee! I almost feel sorry for her! He described a typical blowjob she gives him, and I can tell from his passion that he really meant it. But have they stopped with that? I doubt it. Why should they? I wonder if he just fucks the shit out of her over and over, day after day, until she cries mercy! God, DAMN! Like I said, she's one lucky bitch! It's not normal to have sex that many times a day. I know that a woman is capable of climaxing several dozen times in a single day, but come on, that never happens in reality. And certainly not day after day after day!

I wonder how Mrs. Pestridge is holding up. I know she's a married woman, but the rumor I've heard is that her marriage has been in the dumps for years. That may be why she's willing to help Alan out with his big sexual needs. And is she a looker, or is she a looker?! Soooo sexy! She's like a goddess! What an unbelievably lucky kid he is. To be frank, I can't think of a more attractive woman than her.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall, seeing those two get it on! I'm not some kind of voyeur, but I have to admit that would turn my engine on in a big way! What I heard yesterday should have made me jealous, but it only whetted my appetite to hear more. If he's really having sex with her that often, they'd have to vary it up. I don't think her pussy could handle getting a serious pounding from an oversized hammer like his SIX times a day! She really would have to beg off. I'll bet she gives him lots of handjobs, blowjobs, and even titfucks, so her pussy can have a rest from time to time!

My oh my, THAT would be a sight! I'm not into girls and threesomes, but anyone can see that Mrs. Pestridge is seriously endowed, and to picture Alan driving his big tool through her pale cleavage ... Phew! Or gobbling down his staff, with her wavy red hair moving gracefully in time to her bobbing ruby red lips ... And he claims that she can titfuck him and lick him at the same time! I can do that too, but I don't think many women can. He's right: it's like she is some kind of succubus, a creature born and bred for sex!

Wow! Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?! The thing is, six times daily is too much even for a woman who's as gorgeous and feminine as Suzanne Pestridge. She needs help! He's even admitted as much. I highly doubt he has all those other helpers. That's just teenage bluster, to divert attention from the one woman helping him out. Hell, by now I'll bet she would welcome help from his relentless pounding hammer with open arms! And since I know about his special treatment, I could be the one to step up to the plate!

Hell, haven't I committed already? I could lose my job just from what happened yesterday. As the saying goes, if you're gonna do the time, you might as well do the crime. Although, getting my hands around his hot cock certainly wouldn't feel like a crime to me. There's nothing I'd love more!

Damn you, Garth! Damn you to hell! Why can't you keep me sexually satisfied?! This is all your fault. You're so nice and loving, but that doesn't cut it. I want a total stud like Alan to rock my world! No, that's not fair to Garth, but it's still true. Somehow I can tell that my favorite student would melt my brain when he jackhammers my lava-hot pussy until I beg him to stop from too many orgasms. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me something fierce! Sometimes, it feels like he's fucking me with his eyes!

Ms. Rhymer continued fantasizing along those lines, which got her more and more excited about helping Alan with his orgasmic treatments. It was surprising that she didn't feel more jealous of Suzanne, but that's because, when she was thinking about Alan having sex with Suzanne, she was really mostly thinking of herself in Suzanne's shoes.

She grew so aroused that eventually she couldn't take it anymore. Since all her students were still fully occupied with the quiz, she picked up a Magic Marker from her desk and brought it down to her crotch. She didn't dare try for direct access to her privates, but simply rubbing the big pen through her clothes, she was able to stimulate her clit quite effectively.

Alan noticed that Ms. Rhymer wasn't really keeping an eagle eye out for cheaters, as she usually did during quizzes like this. True, she was staring at the class, but her eyes seemed glazed over, like she was off in some other world. This piqued his curiosity, so he kept glancing up at her despite the pressure to work on his quiz.

After a few minutes, he got lucky when he noticed how she brought the Magic Marker into her lap in a suspiciously guilty and surreptitious manner. Then, after a couple more minutes, he saw her arms move and her face flush. He had half a notion to go up to her after class and say, "I lost my pen; do you have one I can borrow?" but he decided that would be uncool. He wanted to encourage her to get hot and bothered over him during class, not embarrass her into stopping. Besides, he had to hurry to the supply closet as soon as class ended. He really wanted to make the most of every minute there.

Nonetheless, during the last few minutes of class he fantasized about her answering his question by handing him a Magic Marker covered with her pussy secretions. He fantasized what he would see if he could see right through her teacher's desk and watch the Magic Marker rubbing against her panties. With thoughts like those filling his brain, he didn't do very well on the quiz, and he didn't get any relief from his blue balls.

Meanwhile, Ms. Rhymer was slowly turning into a wreck. She'd masturbated enough to practically drive herself bonkers, yet she had to hold back from actually climaxing until the class was over, for fear of being too obvious and getting caught.

As soon as class ended, he got up and walked to her desk. He had to use the textbook over his crotch trick, because his dick was still very erect. He didn't know what to say, but he felt like he needed to connect and say something. So he quickly muttered, "Um, uh, Ms. Rhymer, thanks again for, uh, the extra credit help after school yesterday."

She was annoyed at first by him coming to her. She'd had to stop masturbating herself with the Magic Marker because she knew the class was ending. It was too risky while the students were up and walking around. But then she got a very wicked idea that made her smile. While sounding and acting more or less normal for all outward appearances, she said to him, quietly, "No problem. I try to help. And, uh, if you need that kind of help again, say, during lunch tomorrow, just let me know."

His heart leapt to his throat, and chills of pleasure ran down his spine. He wanted to jump for joy, but he **** himself to keep his cool. He muttered, "I can already tell you today that I'm going to need that kind of help tomorrow."

"Well, okay then. I'll see you then." Her heart was doing back flips too, although she was ultra-conscious not to show it.

He nodded, and then walked out the door with the textbook still strategically placed.

She waited until the very last student filed out. Since it was the start of lunch, she didn't have to worry about privacy. She immediately began frantically rubbing the Magic Marker up and down over her clit and wet slit to get the orgasmic satisfaction she so desperately craved.

It's happening! It's happening! He's gonna do it again! He's gonna whip out that fat cock of his, right in front of me! I hope he tells another sexy story about the oh-so-sexy Suzanne! I can't wait! It's gonna be so hot! Better yet, I should just ... I should just ... UNGH! HNNNG! I should just help him myself! With my hands, my mouth, my CUNT! Yes, Alan! Fuck your teacher! Fuck me good! Fuck me so fucking HARD! Make me your bitch just like you made Suzanne your bitch, you fucking STUD! UNH! UGH! Can't scream out! Can't scream out! Oh God! Here it comes! YEEEESSSSS!

She had the best orgasm she'd had in ages, with the Magic Marker helping her along.

A few minutes later, the guilt set in. She got up to change her panties and skirt suit and generally clean up herself and the classroom, before she could think about eating lunch.

Shit! I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe how I've been acting in class lately in general. This shit is spinning out of control! Even if no one's really noticed yet, it's just a matter of time before someone will, if I keep acting in such a reckless manner. Besides, there's no doubt it's affecting my teaching. It's a good thing I keep a spare set of clothes here for emergencies, or else I'd really be in a fix. Something has to change, and soon.

I have ****. I'm going to have to tell Alan that I withdraw my offer to let him masturbate in my class. That way lies madness and disaster. Nothing can ever happen between us, so why should I **** myself by watching him do that? I have got to get a grip on myself, and fast!

Chapter 6

As Alan was leaving Ms. Rhymer's class, his best friend Sean caught up with him. Once they were in the hall, Sean, asked, "Hey dude. What's up with you and Ms. Rhymer lately?"

"What are you talking about?" He was still covering his crotch with his textbook, while his other books were in his backpack on his back.

"The way I figure, you two are either gonna kill each other or get it on. The way you're both staring intensely at each other, something's about to happen."

Alan was disturbed to hear that, but he pretended all was normal. "Oh. That. Unfortunately, it falls into the 'kill each other' category. She's somehow got it into her head that I cheated on our last test."

"Did you?" Sean asked, falling for the cover story.

"No way! You know me. I don't cheat. But she thinks I did. So I'm kinda pissed at her too. I guess we're having kind of a standoff or whatever you call it."

"Oh, that sucks. Too bad it's not the other way, you know what I mean? She was looking extra foxy today for some reason, don't you think?"

"Yeah. But hey, I've gotta run. I'll catch you later."

Sean seemed disappointed. "What? You're gonna skip having lunch with our usual gang again?"

"Sorry, not today." Alan was glad to make his escape, because he still had his persistent hard-on, and he knew it wasn't about to go flaccid given what he had planned next. His stiff condition didn't make walking quickly down the halls very easy.

Alan met Kim and Katherine at the door of the supply closet a minute later. He checked quickly to make sure the hallway was completely empty, then kissed each of them on the cheek rather innocently.

However, they weren't feeling at all innocent. Katherine whispered to Kim, "I know what I want to eat for lunch today, but it's not on the cafeteria menu!"

"So do I!" Kim whispered back.

Katherine went on, "Wouldn't it be fun if they did, though? 'Today's special: Alan's tangy cum.'"

They both giggled while Alan modestly tried to pretend disinterest.

After again checking to confirm that the coast was clear, they hurriedly opened the closet door and went inside. Alan had brought some industrial-strength chemicals to mask any smell they might make.

Given what had happened with Katherine and Kim earlier, he wasn't nearly as worried about Kim or what she knew about the ****. Besides, his dick was crying desperately for release from his blue-balls condition, so he was eager to get the fun started. So as soon as they settled in, he said to Kim, "First things first. My first responsibility is to check my sister's paint job. This'll just take a minute."

Katherine bent over at a ninety-degree angle to expose her panty-free ass to Alan. He still found it strange to see a painted butt. "Big Long Brother, take your time. Please."

"Oooh!" Katherine let out a surprised moan, because Alan immediately got down on his knees and stuck his face right into her ass. "Oh, yes! Like that!"

Alan pushed his nose right into her slit. He inhaled and savored his sister's feminine smell. He didn't know just yet whether he really liked it or not, but he figured that before long he'd undoubtedly come to like it and maybe even love it. He'd been tempted to lick her there during her midnight visit, but he'd been too distracted with her blowjob to try something new. Now he felt that he owed her that, just to reciprocate at least a little bit.

Speaking directly into his sister's snatch, he said to Kim, "Since we're in a hurry, checking the paint job with my tongue is probably the fastest way."

Alan tentatively tried to lick his sister's labia, but he didn't really know what to do. The idea of his tongue buried directly in her hole seemed too strange. He decided he'd have to work up to that. So, instead, he licked her outer mound and used his fingers to probe inside.

Katherine was dripping wet within seconds. "Oh! Big Brother! Big-TONGUED Brother! Yes!"

"Shhhh! And for the love of God, please don't use words like the 'B' word here!"

She giggled, then whispered, "Oops. Can't say 'big.' Sorry, my Fat, Thick, Soon-To-Be-Sister-Impaling Brother!"

Alan made an annoyed "grrr" sound as he licked up and down her moist nether lips. Because they were painted black, he could taste the paint, and paint flakes were getting on his tongue. So he was "****" to open her lips and lick their coral pink inside surfaces instead.

Needless to say, she liked that. A lot.

He kept at it until she came, which didn't take long at all. He had a suspicion that his sister was so horny that just reading the telephone book out loud would have sent her over the edge.

He pulled his face back when she climaxed, because she was gushing freely and he didn't want her cum to get on him. Despite his love of spraying his jism all over female body parts, he was still getting used to female juices.

He switched his attention to checking the paint job on her ass and crotch. As he suspected, it didn't need any touch-up painting except for her labia; he decided that keeping them painted, with the amount she was lubricating, was a lost cause.

He got up. "Okay, Kim. Your turn. I know you're not into guys, so do you want me to do this like I did it to Katherine, or do it the more professional way?"

Katherine, who now stood, shot her hand up in the air and jumped up and down as if she were an eager student. "Oooh! Oooh! I know this one! Pick me, teacher!"

Kim and Alan had a good laugh.

Then Kim commented, "You two are a lot of fun, you know that? Monday I found out that a finger was just a finger, so I might as well find out if a tongue is just a tongue." She bent over. "Lick it all over. It's already wet from watching you two."

Alan did the exact same thing to Kim that he had done to his sister, except that this time he didn't bother with sampling her painted pussy lips and tried instead, as much as he could, to keep his tongue plunging in and out of her hot box. He was happy to discover that he could get Kim off just as easily.

She commented, "That was nice. Very nice. True, you were stabbing around blindly like a bull in a china shop, but you'll get better. It was actually kind of a turn-on knowing a man was doing that to me."

"You've dated guys, if only to keep up a pretense," Katherine noted. "Haven't any of them gone down on you?"

"Ha! Fat chance. Even Heather has had trouble finding guys willing to do that, and she has the pick of the school. Men suck." She added hastily, "No offense, Alan."

"None taken."

When he finished they'd still only been in the room less than five minutes. He announced, "There's no need for any touch-ups, and thus no need to let any paint dry. So there's nothing left to do but fool around some more."

Now that they were all standing again, Katherine wrapped herself around Alan. "Big Thick Brother! Aren't you the best?"

"Hey," he said sternly. "Enough with the cute 'Big Brother' names. I told you, no mention of the 'B' word in situations like this, okay? And let's all try to make as little noise as possible. We're like a herd of elephants in here. We should even whisper only when necessary. And also, we all need to keep our clothes on, just opening our clothes to expose the most interesting parts. That way hopefully we can recover quickly if someone comes in."

"What, you mean like this, V. B. B.?" Katherine unzipped his shorts and dropped them to his ankles.

"V. B. B.?" he asked quizzically. Frankly, he was tremendously relieved to finally have his raging boner released from its confinement.

"Very Big Brother." She whispered the last word very nastily, and then made a motion like she had zipped her mouth shut.

Kim and Katherine were braless again now that the cooling-down period that Alan had imposed was over, and they had their shirts up around their shoulders. They were still wearing their skirts, but those posed little impediment for anyone wanting to probe their pussies or asses.

Their main problem was a lack of room to maneuver. It was hard for two of them to even kneel at the same time in the small closet, but they managed.

Katherine knelt in the middle. She started sliding down Alan's body, while playfully saying to Kim, "Oh no! Help me! I seem to be caught in some sort of tractor beam! My mouth is being drawn to this phallic shaped, well, phallus, and there's nothing I can do to stop it!"

Seconds later, she engulfed Alan's erection and started bobbing on it as he stood, while he placed his hands on her head and played with her beautiful long hair.

Kim stood there and watched what was happening. She'd never seen a blowjob up close and in the flesh, and she found it strangely fascinating.

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But she was also intrigued by the way Katherine's ass was wiggling around in time to her bobbing. In less than a minute, Kim had maneuvered behind Katherine and ground her mouth into her new friend's pussy from behind.

Kim complained between licks, "Hey, there's not much paint on her lips as it is, and my tongue and fingers are ruining what's left of it. Ugh! I don't like the paint taste at all."

Alan said, "I think keeping your pussy lips painted is a hopeless task, the way you two are both so sexually active. Kim, just rub off what's left."

"Can do!" In a matter of seconds her hands vigorously rubbed off the rest of the paint there.

She licked at Katherine's core for a little bit, then commented, "But you know, that means our pink pussies will be on display for anyone to see all throughout our practices and the game, too!"

"Well, you're just going to have to deal with that," Alan replied. "Both of you are so wet when we do this that painting down there is like trying to paint orange juice."

Katherine obviously was very turned on at the idea of having her cunt on public display, and she proved it by devouring her brother's erection with even more vigor. She had no clue how to deep throat someone, but she tried taking him deeper and deeper with each downstroke until her gag reflex triggered and she had to back off.

Alan had been holding out, and testing and improving his PC muscle control by doing so, when he felt Katherine's whole body shake. He guessed correctly that she was having a nice climax, so he decided to give up the struggle himself.

Within seconds, his cum started to shoot, painting the back of her throat with his white goo. This just excited Katherine even more, and she was overcome with a second orgasm just as her first one was finishing.

Alan didn't realize it, but Kim was cumming at the same time, so they had one big group orgasm. Torrents of their own cum rolled down the legs of both girls as their climaxes seemed to last forever. Both Alan and Kim repeatedly bumped into the shelves behind them and knocked some supplies onto themselves and the floor, but they didn't care.

They all collapsed when it was over, knocking even more things off the shelves. Physically spent, they grinned at each other like happy idiots.

Kim preferred her exploration of Katherine, but her curiosity about Alan grew the more she saw how good he made Katherine feel. And she had to admit that the way he'd used his fingers and tongue on her during the painting process had felt pretty good. She figured, I may not like men, as in males in my life, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy certain body parts they've got.

They just sat there for a few minutes, resting.

Katherine eventually broke the silence, commenting, "This is great - a lot of fun - but it's just the warm-up. I can't wait until school is over!"

"Me neither," Alan admitted.

Katherine added, "Kim, I know you're not crazy about guys. God knows they're useless idiots who think with the wrong head." She winked at Alan to soften the blow of what was meant to be just a tease. "But, that said, penises are really wonderful things. You'll never get a better chance to try one out on a nice guy without all that dating and emotional stuff you don't like. Why not give it a taste?"

Kim stared at Alan's flaccid penis. It didn't look very tempting in that condition. "You want me to put that big, soft worm thing in my mouth?"

"Why not? Worse comes to worst and you don't like it, you can take it out. No risk."

Kim continued to stare at it. She had to admit to herself that it did seem like an ideal opportunity, but she was uncertain.

With all the attention on his penis, it started to grow.

Kim's eyes went wider, but she asked, "Alan, since you're getting ready again, do you suppose I could try a taste of your semen 'fresh from the source', as Katherine puts it?"

"Sure," Alan replied. "Always happy to oblige."

"Ha, ha, Mr. Don Juan," Katherine said, suddenly a bit surly at sharing. True, she'd been the one to make the offer, but she hadn't thought that Kim, a self-avowed lesbian, would really take her up on it. "Kim, I give you permission, but remember I always get first dibs, 'cos he's my brother, okay?"

Alan interrupted with a stern whisper, "I told you already: don't say that word at school, ever! You never know if the walls have ears." Truthfully they were beyond screwed if they were found there and Alan knew he should have been a lot more careful, but there were just too many exciting things happening for him to really think straight.

"Sorry, V. B. B." his sister answered.

Kim replied to Katherine's "first dibs" comment. "That sounds okay with me, Katherine. And who knows, I might not even like it. Let's see."

They had to rearrange themselves considerably so that Kim could kneel in front of Alan's dick. Finally they were ready, and without any further ado Kim started licking her way around his cockhead.

Luckily for Alan, he had climaxed a short time before, so his cum was still drooling from the end of his prick. As a result, Kim again tasted his seed, reinforcing her earlier conclusion that she liked it. In fact, in a matter of moments she had pulled the wide shaft in a little deeper so that she could taste and swallow some more of his cum.

That turned out to be an accident, because she'd had no intention of putting something as big as Alan's cockhead into her mouth. But before she knew it, she was bobbing down to his sweet spot. To her surprise, she discovered that there was something strangely appealing about the process, even without counting the taste of his delicious cum.

Meanwhile, Katherine was behind Kim, frigging her new friend's clit, which guaranteed that Kim would enjoy herself no matter what her opinion was of the size and taste of Alan's tool.

Katherine and Alan were very curious to see how Kim liked cocksucking, and if she were on the road to at least bisexuality, but Kim wouldn't stop sucking long enough to give them her opinion and her facial expression didn't show her feelings.

At first, she mostly sputtered and gagged. Kim was a small person with a small mouth, and it was obvious she had trouble just getting her lips around such a big thing. But she persisted and soon got the hang of it, once she realized she shouldn't take it so deep.

Katherine wanted to whisper pointers, but she figured Alan wouldn't be happy about that for "security reasons." Besides, Kim appeared to be doing surprisingly well on her own.

The only sounds were the occasional moan or sucking sound from Kim. To judge from her noises and the way she kept at it, the others finally realized she must enjoy it, or at least that she was a really dedicated experimenter.

Finally, Kim came up for air. "That was ... nice," she admitted. "Are all cocks that tasty?"

"No," Katherine answered. She referred obliquely to Suzanne by saying, "Remember that mystery girl I mentioned before? She says his cock is as good as it gets. If it were any bigger, it would get uncomfortable, not to mention who'd be able to suck on it? And his cum is supposed to have a very special taste. I'm thinking that's maybe 'cos Alan is almost a fruitarian, practically living on fruit and fruit juice. One major factor is that he hardly eats any meat except for fish."

"Could be," Kim commented, like someone trying to place a strange new flavor. "It does taste kind of fruity, now that you mention it." She mouthed his cockhead to experiment with cocksucking some more.

Katherine whispered, "So, V. B. B., how does it feel to have two cheerleaders taking turns blowing you in the middle of school? Is that something you wouldn't mind turning into a daily habit?"

"Oh yeah!" he groaned. Kim was no Suzanne or even Susan when it came to cocksucking skills, but he was discovering that even a totally inexperienced blowjob still felt pretty great.

In fact, right at that moment he had to mutter, "No teeth. Please, no teeth." She was willing to try new techniques, so she was quickly learning what worked well and what didn't.

Katherine added, "Now that we've found this closet, we might just have to 'cum' here every day." At the risk of bumping into more objects, she knelt by Kim so she could discover what painted pussy tasted like.

Alan just backed up into a shelf to make more room while letting Kim know what he liked with approving pats on her head.