You're in a jam

Kerry lies against the side of the school bus, her shortened uniform skirt yanked above her bared crotch.

"C'mon, Paulie! Mommy wouldn't like it if she knew you were wasting food!" Kerry mock-scolds as her fingers dip through the purple mess smeared over her pussy. She brings her fingertips to her beestung lips and sucks each one wantonly.

You know better than to bail by now, you don't know what these two might do to you next. You lean over, balancing on your hands and make a first, tentative, lick at the schoolgirl's pussylips.

Besides the obvious taste of grape jam, you find Kerry's pussy much to your liking, not at all the fishy-tasting gash guys at school made a girl's pussy out to be. You begin to lap more ravenously at the eighteen-year-old's lightly fuzzed slit, washing more and more of the sandwich fixin' away.

"Oh, yes, Paul! You're turning out to be one fine pussylicker!" Kerry coos, grasping your hair and pushing you deeper into her juicing pussy.

Happy at the compliment, you work your tongue even harder, diddling the little bud at the top of her slit.

"Aaagh, yessss!" Kerry sighs as she climaxes from the stimulation of her pulsing clit.

You feel a hand at your shoulder. It's Anya.

"Hey Paul! Don't forget little me!" she says, pulling you back to her.