John Struggles

Trevor was getting too close. Already John was giggling like a schoolgirl. Shana was too busy taking pictures to notice John pushing her date into a nearby bathroom.

Trevor was already hard by the time John forces her lips on him. She was pushing him against a stall wall, **** for his essence. Her tongue slid slylyup his neck.

She could already feel a bulge forming in his pants when sanity took over.

"I have to leave!" She said, rushing out the door before she lost control.

"You fucking tease!" Trevor shouted.

John straightened her gown as she left the bathroom. Shana wasn't paying any attention as she walked up next to her.

"Excuse me, but Brent didn't arrive yet did he?" John asked.

Shana blinked, "I just took your and his picture. When did you..."

"Where did I go?"

Shana pointed dumbly towards the gym. John dashed off immediately. Jessica wouldn't take advantage of Brent in public. But it was possible that her urges might **** her to find a secluded area. Perhaps the locker rooms.

John had lost a lot of ground by making out with Trevor. But it shouldn't be too late, she hoped. Crossing the dance floor John could feel eyes dart to her. She needed to find her sister before it was too late.

Sneaking into the Boy's locker room she heard the sounds of love making coming from behind a locker.

"Shit, Jessica," said one of the couple. Wilson Bradly was leaned against a locker without Courtney Harris sucking his cock. She was wearing a purple satin dress that was more bare skin than fabric.

"Sorry," John said. Her face going flush. The heat and intensity were palpable, luckily she wasn't closer.

Courtney looked up, "Not only did you kick us out of the Girl's locker room, but now this."

"Wait, I was in the Girl's room?"

"Yah-"

John ran like hell. That was two distractions that had held her up. She reached the Girl's Lockerroom just in time to see them.

Brent pressed up against a wall and Jessica sucking on his cock. Jessica clearly had lost complete control.

"Jessica, keep going!" Brent moaned. Jessica held him for dear life. He was cumming harder then any guy had done before. Jessica was sucking harder than any vacuum.

Brent's body began to sink inside his suit as his moans began to die out. In less than five seconds all that was left was a pile of clothes on the floor.

Jessica slumped on top of them, her body convulsing from multiple orgasms, like a twenty gun salute. Her eyes were closed but she kept moaning, "More.... must have... Must have more..."

John rushed to his sister's side. He could feel her ecstacey inside her, but it washed away.

"Damn it, sis. I wish I was faster."

Feed me, came Andrea's voice, I need more. Much more!